“And try not to tread on your partner's feet. That's a very bad fault.”
“I do try not to,” she explained.
“It comes with practice,” I assured her.
“I'll get Tom to give me half an hour every evening,” she said. “He dances beautifully.”
“Who's Tom?”
“Oh, father.”
“Why do you call your father Tom? It doesn't sound respectful.”
“Oh, he likes it; and it suits him so much better than father. Besides, he isn't like a real father. He does everything I want him to.”
“Is that good for you?”
“No; it's very bad for me—everybody says so. When you come to think of it, of course it isn't the way to bring up a girl. I tell him, but he merely laughs—says it's the only way he knows. I do hope I turn out all right. Am I doing it better now?”