"Now there," said Wayne, "is a nice peaceful waltz.

You'll have to wait, Katie," and his arm was about Ann and they had glided away together.
Katie told her cousin she would rather not dance.

"Let's stand here and watch," she said.
Couple after couple passed by, not the crowd of the gay two-step of a few moments before.

Few were talking; some were gently humming, many dreaming--with a veiled smile for the dream.

It was one of those waltzes to find its way back to cherished moments, flood with lovely color the dear things held apart.