He shan't come to the dinner-ball, shall he, Daisy ?" cried Nan, indignantly.
"I think we had better dance now.

Did you bring your fiddle, sir ?" asked Mrs.Smith, trying to preserve her polite composure.
"It is outside the door," and Nat went to get it.
"Better have tea first," proposed the unabashed Tommy, winking openly at Demi to remind him that the sooner the refreshments were secured, the sooner they could escape.
"No, we never have supper first; and if you don't dance well you won't have any supper at all, not one bit, sir," said Mrs.Smith, so sternly that her wild guests saw she was not to be trifled with, and grew overwhelmingly civil all at once.
"I will take Mr.Bangs and teach him the polka, for he does not know it fit to be seen," added the hostess, with a reproachful look that sobered Tommy at once.
Nat struck up, and the ball opened with two couples, who went conscientiously through a somewhat varied dance.

The ladies did well, because they liked it, but the gentlemen exerted themselves from more selfish motives, for each felt that he must earn his supper, and labored manfully toward that end.

When every one was out of breath they were allowed to rest; and, indeed, poor Mrs.Smith needed it, for her long dress had tripped her up many times.

The little maid passed round molasses and water in such small cups that one guest actually emptied nine.