I told about the horror of a certain famous Japanese earthquake. They all breathed out “Good heavens!”
There was one second of silence.
Ada struck a gushing melody on the piano.
The lively Meriken ladies prompted themselves to frisk about.
I was ready to cry in my destitution.
One girl hauled me up violently by the hand.
“Come and dance!”
Her arm crawled around my waist, while she directed:
“Right foot—now, left!”
I returned to Mrs. Willis’, my thoughts absorbed in a dancing academy.