He was not meant for the higher planes of our art.

Now our young friend here"-- he pointed to the perspiring Merton Gill--"doesn't even seem able to master a simple dance step.

I might say that he seems to out-Duffy Duffy--for Duffy could dance after a fashion." "He'll make the grade yet," replied his daughter grimly, and again the music sounded.

Merton Gill continued unconscious of his feet, or, remembering them, he became deaf to the music.

But the girl brightened with a sudden thought when next they rested.
"I got it!" she announced.