“The girl gets quite out of herself when she is dancing,” said Mrs. Fullerton. “She won’t be scolded about it, for she says she takes after her father!”
“That’s the time to get round her,” observed Fred. “If we want to set her up to some real fun, we always play a reel and wait till she’s well into the spirit of the thing, and then, I’ll wager, she would stick at nothing.”
“It’s a fact,” added Ernest. “It really seems to half mesmerise her.”
“How very curious!” cried Miss Temperley.
She and her brother found themselves watching the dancing a little apart from the others.
“I would try again to-night, Hubert,” she said in a low voice.
He was silent for a moment, twirling the tassel of the curtain.
“There is nothing to be really alarmed at in her ideas, regrettable as they are. She is young. That sort of thing will soon wear off after she is married.”
Temperley flung away the tassel.
“She doesn’t know what she is talking about. These high-flown lectures and discussions have filled all their heads with nonsense. It will have to be rooted out when they come to face the world. No use to oppose her now. Nothing but experience will teach her. She must just be humoured for the present. They have all run a little wild in their notions. Time will cure that.”