She was a graceful little thing and she had been teaching
Peter how to dance. But now she stood stiff with fright and
embarrassment.
"Why, don't be afraid of my mother, Mollie," Peter said gently, for he
himself was in no way frightened at his mother's appearance.
So when Mrs. Dustin repeated her question, Mollie said shyly: "Yes,
ma'am, we were trying to dance."
"Bless me," laughed Mrs. Dustin. "Why, I never realized that Peter was
old enough to want to dance. You should have told me, Peter Boy. Why,
you should have all told me, because," she smiled gloriously at them
all, "because I used to be the star dancer twenty-five years ago.
Wasn't I, Joe?"
"You sure were," Joe answered promptly. His face still looked a little
queer and his voice was not quite steady but he was bravely following
the wise little woman with the blue eyes.
"Let me show you. Play something, Peter."
Mrs. Dustin picked up Mollie and began to dance. And in exactly five
turns about the room all the poetry, the joy of motion in Mollie caught
fire and her little slim feet just fairly twinkled in happy abandonment.
"Why, Mollie, girl, you're a fairy on your feet," praised Mrs. Dustin
and the happy face at her breast flushed with pleasure and gratitude at
the words.
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