“Oh, I ain't got no one to show me,” said Mandy. “Perkins he won't be bothered, and—and—there's no one else,” she added shyly.
“Why, I—I would show you,” replied Cameron, every instinct of chivalry demanding that he should play up to her lead, “if I had any opportunity.”
“When?” said Mandy simply.
“When?” echoed Cameron, taken aback. “Why, the first chance we get.”
As he spoke the word they reached the new bridge that crossed the deep ditch that separated the lane from the high road.
“Here's a good place right here on this bridge,” said Mandy with a giggle.
“But we have no music,” stammered Cameron, aghast at the prospect of a dancing lesson by moonlight upon the public highway.
“Oh, pshaw!” said Mandy. “We don't need music. You can just count. I seen Isa showin' Mack once and they didn't have no music. But,” she added, regarding Cameron with suspicion, “if you don't want to—”
“Oh, I shall be glad to, but wouldn't the porch be better?” he replied in desperation.
“The porch! That's so,” assented Mandy eagerly. “Let's hurry before the rest come home.” So saying, she set off at a great pace, followed by Cameron ruefully wondering to what extent the lesson in the Terpsichorean art might be expected to go.