Serena interrupted. “Stop her!” she repeated. “How could they stop her? She was an invited guest.”
“Who invited her? That's what I want to know. Who invited her?”
“Miss Canby, I suppose. She is a friend of hers.”
“A friend! A FRIEND!”
“Yes. Now, Daniel, don't be silly. I know what you mean, and I must say I sympathize with you just a little. Annette explained to me afterwards though, so I suppose it is all right. Annette says that this Miss Dusante's dancing is all the rage now. She has made a study of the ancient Grecian dances and she does them everywhere. She is paid high prices for it, too.”
“I don't doubt it. I should think she'd want to be. Did you see the way she was dressed? I never—”
“Hush, Daniel! That was the old Greek costume. Miss Canby told me all about it; the old Greeks used to dress like that.”
“They did! Then it didn't take 'em long. Brazen thing! Why!” with a sudden turn upon his daughter, “Gertie—Gertie Dott, stop fussin' with that book and listen to me. You were there; I saw you lookin' on. YOU didn't like that Greek dancin', did you?”
Gertrude hesitated. Her cheeks were red and, for a moment, she seemed to find it difficult to speak. Then, after a quick look at her mother, she answered, calmly:
“Like it! Why not, Daddy? It is all the rage, just as Mother says, and it is certainly graceful. I rather think I should like to learn it myself. I understand Miss Dusante gives lessons.”