XXVI. Dancing.

O dear, I must wear my red slippers to-day,

And where are my gloves, and my parasol,

pray?

I'm always delighted when Friday is come,

For I like dancing better than staying at home.

But my mother says dancing was never design'd,

To be to positions and stepping confin'd,

But dancing should teach us in every place,

When standing or walking to do it with grace.