she began to chatter loudly, bringing into play an accompaniment of frolicsome gesture. She brushed Walter's nose saucily with the bunch of violets in her hand, tapped him on the shoulder, shook her pretty forefinger in his face, flourished her arms, kept her shoulders moving, and laughed continuously as she spoke.
"You naughty old Walter!" she cried. "Aren't you ashamed to be such a wonderful dancer and then only dance with your own little sister! You could dance on the stage if you wanted to. Why, you could made your fortune that way! Why don't you? Wouldn't it be just lovely to have all the rows and rows of people clapping their hands and shouting, 'Hurrah! Hurrah, for Walter Adams! Hurrah! Hurrah! Hurrah!"
He stood looking at her in stolid pity.
"Cut it out," he said. "You better be givin' some of these berries the eye so they'll ask you to dance."
She was not to be so easily checked, and laughed loudly, flourishing her violets in his face again. "You would like it; you know you would; you needn't pretend! Just think! A whole big audience shouting, 'Hurrah! Hurrah! Hur———'"
"The place 'll be pulled if you get any noisier,"
