She still felt too young to be marrying then,
But she did it to prove, as the Chinese will say,
There is luck in the leisurely way.
The fiddles were heard and they turned to the dance
As though ev’ry one there had awaited the chance
To be first on the floor for the old waltz quadrille,
Which they never had danced but it brought a new thrill.
They glided and whirled with a giddy, gay swing,
Nor thought of the morrow nor what it would bring,