“By Jove! She is a wonder!” said Vic. “Some dancer, if she only had a chance.”
“Well, why don't you go down, Vic,” said Patricia sharply. “You know you are just aching to show off your fox trot. Run away, little boy, I won't mind.”
“I don't believe you would,” replied Vic ruefully.
For some minutes longer they all stood watching the scene below.
“They are a jolly crowd,” said Adrien. “I don't think we have half the fun at our dances.”
“They certainly get a lot for their money,” said Vic. “But wait till they come to 'turkey-in-the-straw!' That is where they really cut loose.”
“Oh, pshaw!” cried Patricia. “I can 'turkey' myself. Just wait and you'll see.”
“So can I,” murmured Vic. “Will you let me in on it? Hello,” he continued, “there is the Captain and Annette. Now look out for high art. I know the Captain's style. And a two-step! My eye! She is a little airy fairy!”
“How beautifully she dances,” said Adrien. “And how charmingly she is dressed.”
“They do hit it off, don't they,” said Rupert. “They evidently know each other's paces.”