"Why?"
"Because your pretty feet trample on me."
Then came another silence.
"Don't you enjoy it?" she asked, looking off at the stars.
"Too much." said he. "First, I must teach you something—if I can."
He was ready for a query, if it came, but she put him off.
"I intend to be a grand lady," said she, "and, if you do not learn, you'll never be able to dance with me."
"There'll be others to dance with you," said he. "I have so much else to do."
"Oh, you're always thinking about algebra and arithmetic and those dreadful things," said she.
"No, I'm thinking now of something very different."