56 Make-Believe

big argosies of cloud, the blithe North-
Wester that made the sea so splendid set
difficulties in the way of those who desired
to be idle out of doors. “I think you
might play for me,” said Doris when her
parents had gone, “I will dance.”

‘What shall I play ?” asked the Visitor,
conscious of a repertoire whose limits were
narrow. ;

“Why anything you like,” said Doris,
simply, ‘‘I can dance to any music.”

“Lucky child! I believe you can.” He
walked across to the piano and presently
began to play a waltz. The child danced
around the room, serenely unconscious,
and the man watched her over his
shoulder, chancing on a wrong note at
intervals in consequence. When this had
happened Doris would glance at him
laughingly, but dancing still; and some-
times she called her commands, “A little
faster, please!” or, “Can you play a little
slower ?”

A polka followed the waltz and then a