The dance resembled nothing that Jack and Harry had seen before.
As she turned round, the shawl she waved was made to describe a series of circles.
And then, as she came to a sudden stop, it fell around her in graceful folds and she looked like a very beautiful sculptured figure.
But before you could fairly admire her graceful form and beauteous face, she had bounded off again in the mazy dance, to the intense gratification of the idle lookers-on.
"What do you think of that?" whispered the Irishman.
"Lovely," returned Jack, enthusiastically.
"Beautiful," added Harry Girdwood. "What would little Emily say, Jack, if she knew you were looking with loving eyes at that little beauty?"
The mention of little Emily's name made Jack silent for a minute or two.
Presently he asked—
"Are these professional performers?"