“A little. Don't be too anxious about it. Don't look at your feet.”
“But if I don't they go all wrong. It was you who trod on mine that time.”
“I know. I'm sorry. It's a little difficult not to.”
“Am I holding my train all right?”
“Well, there's no need to grip it as if you were afraid it would run away. It will follow all right. Hold it gracefully.”
“I wish I wasn't a girl.”
“Oh, you'll get used to it.” We concluded our dance.
“What do I do—say 'Thank you'?”
“Yes, prettily.”
“What does he do?”