"No."
"It sounds better to say, 'No, Mrs. Lowell,' or, 'No, I thank you.'"
"Then I will," said the boy.
"I like to dance," said Mrs. Lowell, "and I wish you would learn."
"Then I will," said the boy again.
The music had thrilled his artist soul. It seemed all a part of the entrancing night, a part of the safe world of love into which he had been guided.