"I've been thinking that we might as well utilize some of the folk dances that we learned at Chautauqua last summer," said Ethel Brown. "Wouldn't Number 3 be a good spot to put in the Butterfly Dance?"
"That was one of the prettiest dances at the Exhibition," said James. "Let's have it."
"Margaret and I are too tall for it, but you four young ones know it and you can teach four more girls easily enough."
"We'll ask them to-morrow at school," said Dorothy, "and we'll have a rehearsal right off. Mother will play for us and it won't take any time at all."
"The costumes won't take any time, either. Any white dress will do and the wings are made by strips of soft stuff—cheese cloth or something even softer, pale blue and pink and green and yellow. They're fastened at the shoulders and a loop goes over the wrist or the little finger so the arms can keep them waving."
"Do you remember the steps, Dorothy?"
"They're very simple, but almost anything that moves sort of swimmingly will do."
"There's Number 3, then," decided Dorothy. "Now the boys ought to appear."
"Yes, what have you three been planning to throw us in the shade?" inquired Della.
"I've got a fancy club-swinging act that's rather good," admitted Roger modestly.