Ben looked the picture of despair
"Don't cry, Ben. Go out and take a walk, or dance with some other girl."
"Is this your catch after many days of fishing?" I asked
"Nope. I'm angling for bigger fish. He's just Ben, a college boy. He has fallen in love with me this evening. When I dance with somebody else he gets awful jealous." She laughed.
"He's a manly-looking boy, for all his freckles."
"He is. But how would you like a little girl to fall in love with you?" I made no answer
"Why don't you dance?" she asked
"Not in my line." "Why?"
"Oh, I never cared to learn it," I answered, impatiently
"Come. I'll show you how. It's very simple."