So swift and light and smooth and graceful was their flight that before long the rest tailed off and all stood propped against the walls to watch them.
"We've got the floor all to ourselves," murmured Miss Penny at last, as she woke to the fact.
"We've licked them into fits on their own ground," he laughed in her ear. "You can dance and no mistake. It's a treat to dance with a really good dancer."
"I think we ought to stop. We're stopping their fun," said Hennie Penny, and when he led her to a seat the rest of the room all clapped their enjoyment.
Graeme and Margaret danced a round or two to endorse the festivities, but they were not in it with Pixley and Hennie Penny, and they soon dropped out and clapped heartily with the rest.
When Charles Svendt, later on, suggested another dance, Miss Penny bade him go and dance with one of the Sark girls.
"But I don't want to dance with any of them. Besides, I don't know any of 'em, and I couldn't talk to her if I did."
"Oh yes, you can. They all speak English."
"Do they now? It don't sound like it. Come on, Miss Penny. They wouldn't enjoy it and I wouldn't enjoy it, and I never enjoyed anything so much in my life as that last round."
So Hennie took pity on him, and they danced many times amid great applause.