"If we dance every night for twelve weeks," said Patty, "we ought to do fairly well together."
"When I think of that, I'm entirely reconciled to staying here," returned Kit. "Poppycheek, you are a wonderful dancer! You're like a butterfly skimming over a cobweb!"
"I don't dance a bit better than you do. You're almost like a professional, except that you're more graceful than they are."
"DON'T, Princess! don't talk to me like that, or I shall faint away from sheer delight! But as we both are such miraculous steppers, we might give exhibitions or something."
"Yes, or teach, and make our everlasting fortune."
"Well, I think we won't do either. We'll just reserve our glorious genius for our own enjoyment. Just think of dancing with you every night, for goodness knows how long!" said Kit.
"But you won't."
"Won't? Why not?"
"Because before we've been here many days we shall quarrel. I know we will. Four people can't be shut up inside four walls without quarrelling sooner or later."
"Well, let's make it later. And, anyway, I'm so good-natured, you couldn't quarrel with me if you tried."