At last came the turn of Quincy and his little partner, whose name was
unknown to him. He observed the grace with which she went through the
march, and when the dance came be wished he could have stood still and
watched her. Instead, he entered with his whole soul into the dance, and
at its conclusion he was astonished to hear the burst of applause and
cheers that fell upon his ears.
"Come along!" said his partner, and taking him by the hand she drew him
back through the arch, and the dance was repeated.
Three times in succession was this done in response to enthusiastic
applause, and Quincy was beginning to think that he would soon fall in
his tracks. He had no idea that any such fate would befall his partner,
for she seemed equal to an indefinite number of repetitions.
But, as has been said before, to all good things an end must come at
last, and when the old-fashioned Connecticut clock on the mantelpiece
clanged out the midnight hour, as if by magic a hush came over the
company and the jollities came to an end. Then followed a rush for
capes, and coats, and jackets, and shawls, and hats.
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