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spoke. Tom went up to her and took her
hand.

“ Please, | want to dance with you.”

She turned her great round face, and burst
out laughing.

“Why, Master Tom!” cried she; “me
dance—what a notion! How should we get
along together ?”

“Qh, don’t you hear the music?” cried
Tom; “it’s calling us to begin. Do come!”

He was afraid of losing a single minute of
being happy.

“Go, Sarah,” said the farmer, laughing
also. ‘Master Tom and you will make a
lovely couple. Don’t refuse him.”

So they began. It was even harder work
than dancing with Matty, because the farmer's
wife was much heavier to move along, and
her breath came and went so quickly, and she
was laughing all the time. The other couples
soon stopped to look at them, and laugh also.
Tom felt very proud. He had got the biggest
person in the room to dance with him. Sud-

denly she stopped.