"I can't; it mixes me up."
"Don't you feel any impulse to move your feet when you hear that music?"
"Yes; I feel an inordinate desire to run out of the room."
"But, seriously, doesn't the rhythm of that one-step make you instinctively want to dance?"
"Not the slightest. I never wanted to dance in my life until now, and only now because you tell me that it's part of the game."
"Did you ever play any musical instrument?"
"Oh, yes; when I was a boy I played the bones in a minstrel show."
"Well, there's a ray of hope.—Wind up the victrola again, and we'll start all over. You do wind it beautifully!"
"This is too big a job you've undertaken," he told her as they again stood facing each other. "Let's call it off."
"No, indeed," Edith protested. "It is only fair to say that you are not what would be called a natural dancer, but that will bring all the more glory to your instructor when once you've learned. Why, look at the tricks they teach animals! I'm not a bit discouraged, are you?"