Uncle Charlie woke her. He stood her up on the chair, and held out his arms. "Come," he said, "Come, suit the action to the word."
Emmy Lou woke suddenly, the words smiting her ears with ominous import. She thought the hour had come; it was The Exhibition. She stood stiffly, she advanced a cautious foot, her chubby hand described a careful half circle. Emmy Lou spoke her part.
"We know not where we go."
Copyright, 1901, 1902, by McClure, Phillips & Co.
The Dancing School and Dicky[C]
BY JOSEPHINE DODGE DASKAM.
(Arranged by Maude Herndon and Grace Kellam.)