Miss Brown—Oh, wait until I get me breath.
Boy—You gotta dance without it, see?
Miss Brown—How can I dance with me wind all gone? Let go of me while I rest.
Boy—Aw, come on, and be a sport. All the girls is doin' the fox trot.
Miss Brown—(Pathetically.) My heavens, I ain't no girl.
Boy—Yer learnin' it fine. I bet if ye had a couple lessons ye'd put it all over that bunch at the pavilion.
Miss Brown—(Trying to stop.) Let go of me, will you?
Boy—Slow, slow, slow,—
Miss Brown—Ye young snipe, can't ye see I'm ready to drop?
Boy—Aw, stop coddlin' yerself! Yer good for a mile yet.