It was Nancy who found no chair, and she knew that she must pay a forfeit.

“What shall I do?” she asked, and Russell, who liked Nancy, asked if he might set the task for her.

He was given permission, and turning to her he said:  “I’ll ask something, Nancy, that I know you can do.  I’ll beg you to dance for us.”

“Oh, you need not beg,” Nancy said sweetly, “if they will play a waltz, I’ll gladly dance for you.”

Softly they played a bewitching melody, and Nancy, running out to an open space, danced till those who watched her were wild with delight.  And when the dance was finished they crowded around her, crying in wonder: 

“Oh, Nancy, how can you do it so gracefully?”

“You wouldn’t wonder if you only knew how long I studied, and how many hours I practised,” she said.

“I couldn’t dance like that if I practised for ten years,” said Russell.

“I don’t believe he could,” laughed his sister Aline, “his talent is surely not for dancing, for only the other day he told me that at dancing-school, just as sure as he tried not to step on his partner’s toes, he always trod on his own.”

“It’s just what I do,” agreed Russell, joining in the laughter that greeted Aline’s words.

Again and again they marched around the double row of chairs, and each time the one caught standing was made to pay a forfeit, to the delight of all the others.

For the next game they clasped hands and formed a great ring.  Dorothy, in the centre, extended her arms as she sang this verse: 

  “As around you gaily dance,
   I must see if, just by chance,
   In your ring which has no end,
   You do hold my dearest friend. 
   Yes, my truest friend I see,
   Nancy, dearest, come to me.”

Nancy ran into the circle, and the others, clasping hands, danced around them singing gaily: 

  “See the happy, merry two,
   One with brown eyes, one with blue,
   One is dark and one is fair,
   Which of us will join them there?”

It was Nancy’s turn now to choose a friend from the ring, and she at once chose Flossie.

Flossie was the youngest of the little guests, and she was delighted to be so soon chosen.

Unnoticed by the children, several new arrivals had entered the room.  They were a few of Mrs. Dainty’s nearest neighbors who had been invited to come in during the evening and see the merrymaking.

As Flossie stood in the centre of the ring with Dorothy and Nancy, she looked toward the playmates who circled around them, and was about to choose Mollie, when she spied Uncle Harry, and she laughed with delight.  He was dressed as an English squire of an early century.  Quickly she whispered to Dorothy.

“May I, oh, may I?” she asked.

“Yes, oh, do,” laughed Dorothy.

“I choose you, Uncle Harry,” she cried, “oh, come quick.”