Green Grapes 57

schottische. Later the child went seriously
through the steps of the pas de quatre, and
there was a second waltz. Finally the
Visitor had reached the end of his stock of
remembered music. He paused:

“Go on, please!” said Doris. ‘You
won't think that dancing tires me.”

“ The truth is, Doris... .”

“Can you play the tarantella? Here is
the music.”

She produced the music, and the Visitor
studied it very carefully. He played a
few tentative bars on the piano.

“T think I might manage this,” he said.
“Give me five minutes and we will see
what I can do.”

“OQ! you can do it all right. Be quick,
please... .. Are you ready ?”

The Visitor began to play, and found
the music easier than he had expected,
though it held his eyes and compelled him
to abstain from watching the child. The
rustle of her frock of soft Indian silk was
all he heard whenever the tambourine was