"We'll be miss, miss, missed in Mississip," she hummed and made a face. "One, two, three, four, lie down on the stomach and kick first the right leg and then the left leg and then kick both legs. That was what he wanted Maria Algarez to do. How is it you know? It is so smart. Here throw down those stockings on the floor and take the chair. I want to hear you say more about why I am so great a dancer."
Peter lifted the stockings as if they had been little kittens and placed them on the long shelf under the electric lights.
"I don't know why," he said. "It just seems so easy when you do things. And the thing you dance to; I think that's the best tune in the show."
Maria was merry now for the first time. "Again you are smart. It is 'The Invitation to the Waltz' of Weber. 'Miss, Miss, Missed' is not so good. That is right. And some time you will tell about me in your newspaper and say that I am a great dancer?"
"I can't," said Peter. "I don't write about the theatre. I only write about sports. Baseball, you know and football and prizefights and things like that."
"Never mind, you and I know, it will be our secret. We will tell none of the others."
Up the stairs there came a tramping and shouting and all eight Bandanas rushed into the room approximately at the same time.
"I'm going," said Peter jumping up hastily.
"Don't you mind us Bandanas," shouted Vonnie across the room. "We don't take off anything for half an hour."
"Goodbye," said Peter. "Excuse me, ladies."