“And what a rum chap he looked in his Roman helmet and top-boots.”
“Rose-Pompon dances divinely, too; she has the poetic twist.”
“And don’t show her heels a bit!”
“Yes; but the Bacchanal Queen is six thousand feet above the level of any common leg-shaker. I always come back to her step last night in the full-blown tulip.”
“It was huge!”
“It was serene!”
“If I were father of a family, I would entrust her with the education of my sons!”
“It was that step, however, which offended the bobby’s modesty.”
“The fact is, it was a little free.”
“Free as air—so the policeman comes up to her, and says: ‘Well, my Queen, is your foot to keep on a-goin’ up forever?’ ‘No, modest warrior!’ replies the Queen; ‘I practice the step only once every evening, to be able to dance it when I am old. I made a vow of it, that you might become an inspector.’”