One accomplishment that Allegheny mastered with gratifying ease was dancing.

It came naturally to her, for both she and Buddy were full of music.

At first she had been extremely self-conscious; Professor Delamater had found her to be as heavy as stone and as awkward as a bear; but later, as her embarrassment became less painful, she relaxed.
She regained her power of speech, also, and in time she voiced an eager desire to learn all there was to learn.
Having quickly schooled her in the simpler forms of ballroom dancing, Delamater suggested a course in the deeper intricacies of fancy dancing.
"You're getting on," he told her, one day.

"That last was splendid--top hole, absolutely." Delamater, who was quite thoroughly American, affected at times an English turn to his conversation, believing that it gave him an air.

It went particularly well, he thought, with light trousers, spats, and an afternoon coat cut close at the waist.
"Don't fool me," panted the red-faced Juno.