“But look at the moon!” begged Paul. “The glorious moon!”
“You’ve been looking at it too long already,” was Cora’s retort. “I guess you’re looney.”
And so, laughing and joking, they walked on.
“This is how it goes!” said Belle suddenly, seemingly apropos of nothing at all, and, at the same time she began to step backward and forward in a peculiar manner in the road.
“What in the world——” began Hazel.
“That new Cortez step the girl in pink was doing with that nice man dancer,” Belle explained. “I’ve been puzzling over it. I hoped he would ask me to dance, but he didn’t.”
“Say, I like that!” cried Walter. “Didn’t I ask you?”
“Yes, but you can’t do that step. I remember now how it went. I was watching that couple. It’s a rocking step forward, then one back, step back with the left, draw the right and go forward again with the left, see!”
She executed it there in the road, her shadow, cast by the moon, bobbing curiously back and forth.
“It is pretty,” agreed Cora. “How does it go?”