Many of the ladies were glad to stop, and scattered stones and mossy logs made pleasant resting places.
Doodles played delightfully and finally slipped into a waltz.
"Oh, my feet just won't stay still!" cried Miss Crilly. "Come on,
Polly!" And the two went dancing through the wood.
"It's better over there in the pasture," said Polly, as they came to a sudden halt against a big pine.
"Let's try it!" Miss Crilly pulled her forward, and over they ran, hand in hand.
"Doodles! Doodles!" they called.
The boy and the violin were quickly there, and Patricia and the young folks ran after.
"Oh, this is lovely! Better come and try it!"—"The very dandiest place!" cried the dancers as they stopped for breath.
Miss Major, Miss Mullaly, and others came laughing into the open.
Doodles played with zest, everybody was in merry mood, and the dance went gayly on.