"And I have to wait till next summer?"
"Poor, poor fellow!" Violet's eyes looked up into his pathetically. He had forgotten what very nice eyes they were, and what jolly little stars danced in their depths.
"I'd like to clog, and I believe I'd be a good one. Do you teach it?"
"Yes."
"Then I'll enter the class!" declared Edgar with enthusiasm.
"You're just a tiny bit over-age," said Violet. "Fifteen's the limit."
"Then I'll come to your home, that's what I'll do. I'll take private lessons."
"Impossible. There's no place to clog there except on the table."
"But that's what I should prefer to any other place."