Dick did so, and was thankful that he could now write a handsome hand.
"Now," said Theodore, unceremoniously, "I'll leave you two to amuse each other, while I go off in search of a partner."
"I'm in for it," thought Dick, seating himself on the sofa beside Alice. "I wish I knew what to say."
"Do you like the Lancers?" inquired the young lady.
"Yes, I like it," said Dick, "but I haven't danced it much. I'm afraid I shall make some mistakes."
"I've no doubt we shall get along well," said Alice. "Where did you learn?"
"I learned at home," said Dick.
"I thought I had not met you at Dodworth's. I attended dancing school there last winter."
"No," said Dick; "I never took lessons."
"Don't you like Ida Greyson?" inquired Alice.