Soon most of the dancers had paused to watch the two, swaying and
pirouetting in a dance, partly impromptu, and partly fashioned on
some they had previously learned. It was a pretty sight. Patty,
whose step was light as thistledown, followed any hint of Captain
Sayre's, and so clever were his leads that the audience broke into
loud applause. It was almost more than Farnsworth could bear. He
stood looking at them with such a wistful expression that Patty
concluded to stop.
"I'm a little tired," she whispered to her partner, "but I want to
dance a moment alone. Will you let me? And ask the orchestra to
play the Spring Song."
"I'll love to look at you," declared the captain, and at the end
of a measure, he gracefully danced away from her, and Patty stood
alone.
The rest had all ceased dancing now, preferring to watch, and as
they were nearly all Patty's friends and acquaintances, she felt
no embarrassment.
"The Apple Blossom Dance," she said, and flung herself into a
series of wonderful rhythmic motions that seemed to give hint of
all the charms of spring. One could almost see flowers and hear
birds as the light draperies swayed like veils in a soft breeze.
And then, with a fleeting glance and smile at Farnsworth, Patty
plucked apple blossoms from overhanging boughs, and tossed them to
the audience.
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