You'll not be favoured.
You ought to be where you can dance." "Don't care to," he returned.

"Bore!" "But you ought--" She stopped and laughed, waving her fan to direct his attention behind him.

"Look! Over your shoulder!" He turned, and discovered Miss Lucy Morgan in the act of offering him a purple toy balloon.
"I found you!" she laughed.
George was startled.

"Well--" he said.
"Would you rather 'sit it out ?'" Lucy asked quickly, as he did not move.
"I don't care to dance if you--" "No," he said, rising.

"It would be better to dance." His tone was solemn, and solemnly he departed with her from the grove.