Now, thin, all hands, choose yer partners fer the gr-rand march.

Mrs.McDermott, darlin', we'll lead the march, sure, with Jerry's permission--how'll he help himself, I wonder, if the lady says yis?
Thank ye, Mrs.McDermott, and me arm--so." The sheepish figures of the musicians now leaned together for a moment.
The violins wailed in sad search for the accord, the assistant instrument less tentative.

All at once the slack shoulders straightened up firmly, confidently, and then, their feet beating in unison upon the floor, their faces set, stern and relentless, the three musicians fell to the work and reeled off the opening bars.
A sigh went up from the assembly.

There was a general shuffling of shoes, a wide rustling of calico.

Feet were thrust forward, the body yet unable to follow them in the wish of the owner.