"All right," was the dubious assent; "but don't you think we might pull those curtains down?"
"Nonsense! You might as well start in,—you couldn't look more foolish than you do now."
"All right," he again assented, and took his place on the floor.
"Now, left foot forward—one, two, three, four. No; left foot, I said. That's it. Now rise a little on your toes. Don't be so heavy, and for Heaven's sake look as cheerful as you can!"
"This is awful!" Cosden ejaculated, mopping his forehead. "Don't you think it's too warm a day to begin?"
"It isn't warm; it's really cool, and you haven't begun to begin yet. Now start in again. Left foot,—left I say, one, two—oh! that miserable victrola has stopped!"
"Let me wind it up," Cosden insisted quickly, glad of the opportunity to struggle with something tangible.
"Now we'll try again," Edith said amiably. "This time get started before the music runs down. Watch me just a moment. There,—now you know what to do. Left, dear man, left,—not right, and rise on your toes, one, two, three, four. Why don't you pay attention to the music?"
"I think I could learn better without the music. It throws me off."
"Move with it; then it will help you."