I think we'd better go in and hear the music." So they dismissed the chairmen, and went far down the long pier to listen to a concert.
A children's dance was being held, and Marjorie sat down, enraptured at the sight.
Lots of boys and girls about her own age, in fancy costumes, were dancing and pirouetting in time with the fine music.

One little girl, especially, Marjorie admired.

She was a pretty child, in a white frock and blue sash, and she wore a wreath of small rosebuds on her curly, flaxen hair.

She seemed to be the best of all the dancers, and twice she danced alone, doing marvellous fancy steps and receiving great applause from the audience.
"Isn't she lovely!" exclaimed Midget.

"I wish I could dance like that." "You never can, Mopsy," said King.