"I mean that I'm never asked where there's dancing going on."
"Gee, you don't have to be. You just find a girl—and go."
"But I don't know how to dance."
"I'll teach you."
Slipping and sliding, with cries of alarm on her part, and stalwart assurances on his, they approached their own doorstep.
"Ow-w-w! Hold me! I'm going!"
"No you're not—not while I've got you."
"But I don't want to grab you so hard."
"That's all right. I can stand it."
"But I can't. I'm not used to it."