"I don't know," said Serina.
"I never heard it," said Ollie.
"Ah," growled Horace, "it's the Argentine tango."
"The tango!" gasped papa. "Isn't that the new dance I've been reading about, that's making a sensation in New York?"
"Ah, wake up, pop!" said Horace. "It's a sensation here, too."
"In Carthage? They're dancing the tango in our home town?"
"Surest thing you know, pop. The whole burg's goin' bug over it."
"How is it done? What is it like?"
"Something like this," said Horace, and, rising, he indulged in the prehistoric turkey-trot of a year ago, with burlesque hip-snaps and poultry-yard scrapings of the foot.
"Stop it!" papa thundered. "It's loathsome! Do you mean to tell me that my daughter does that sort of thing?"