Even the aspect of Marshall Elliott, with his long beard and hair, could not spoil the picture.

On the contrary, it seemed to enhance it.

Marshall Elliott looked like a Viking of elder days, dancing with one of the blue-eyed, golden-haired daughters of the Northland.
"The purtiest dancing I ever saw, and I've seen some in my time," declared Captain Jim, when at last the bow fell from his tired hand.
Leslie dropped into her chair, laughing, breathless.
"I love dancing," she said apart to Anne.

"I haven't danced since I was sixteen--but I love it.

The music seems to run through my veins like quicksilver and I forget everything--everything--except the delight of keeping time to it.