58 Make-Beheve

silent, for her feet fell very lightly. He
went through all the movements. Then,
‘Faster, faster, faster, please!” cried Doris,
and in a moment he turned to see her
standing, flushed and triumphant, in the
prettiest pose imaginable.

“You did it very well,” she said. “It.
is easy to dance your music.”

“Yours,” he corrected. ‘ You chose the
measures. Now, if it had been my
music... .”

‘What is that ?” asked Doris.

“OQ,” said the Visitor, darkly. “It is a
little tune that I cannot play. But I don’t
fancy even you could dance to it.”

“T should like to try some day,” said
Doris. ‘And that reminds me, can you
kick the tambourine ?”

“How do you mean?” asked the
Visitor. /

“Tt is another thing that Frank learned
from the page-boy in London. You hold
the tambourine above your head, so—-
Frank used a straw-hat—and then you try