their pink toes in.

"There's Blanche Bowden," said Dorothy, as another little cart, a pony
cart, came along. "We have lovely times together. I have invited her
up to meet us this afternoon, Nan."

The other girl bowed pleasantly from her cart, and even Freddie
remembered to raise his cap, something he did not always think
necessary for "just girls."

"Some afternoon our dancing class is going to have a matinee," said
Dorothy. "Do you like dancing, Bert?"

"Some," replied her cousin in a boy's indifferent way. "Nan is a good
dancer."

"Oh, we don't have real dances," protested Nan; "they are mostly
drills and exercises. Mamma doesn't believe in young children going
right into society. She thinks we will be old soon enough."

"We don't have grown-up dances," said Dorothy, "only the two-step and
minuet. I think the minuet is the prettiest of all dances."

"We have had the varsovienne," said Nan, "that is like the minuet.
Mother says they are old-time dances, but they are new in our class."

"We may have a costume affair next month," went on Dorothy. "Some of
the girls want it, but I don't like wigs and long dresses, especially
for dancing. I get all tangled up in a train dress."