“What do you want?”
“We are friends,” said the leader, in his gentle voice, “most anxious to pay homage to you.”
“If you are friends,” said Florimel, “we shall be glad to have you join in our festivities. Do you dance?”
All shook their heads in unison.
“Don’t you tango or do the fox-trot?”
Again they shook their heads.
“Or sing?”
They still shook their heads.
“But just you wait till you see them at the supper-table!” said the Dude decidedly.
