"For myself," she answered, looking down at the snowy path.
There came a little silence crowded with happy thoughts.
"At first, I thought you very dreadful," she went on, looking up at him with a smile. He could see her sweet face in the moonlight and was tempted to kiss it.
"Why?"
"You were so terrible," she answered. "Poor Joe Beach! It seemed as if he would go through the wall."
"Well, something had to happen to him," said the teacher.
"He likes, you now, and every one likes you here. I wish we could have you always for a teacher."
"I'd be willing to be your teacher, always, if I could only teach you what you have taught me."
"Oh, dancing," said she, merrily; "that is nothing. I'll give you all the lessons you like."
"No, I shall not let you teach me that again," said he.