Sometimes they had a couple to lead them, as in the dance called the German, of which my granddaughter tells me; but usually they were all supposed to know the way the play went, and the words were always such as to help.

Here is the one they started off with that night: "We come here to bounce around, We come here to bounce around, We come here to bounce around, Tra, la, la! Ladies, do si do, Gents, you know, Swing to the right, And then to the left, And all promenade!" Oh, yes! I have seen Wades and Flemings and Holbrooks and all the rest singing and hopping about to the tune of _We Come Here to Bounce Around_; and also _We'll All Go Down to Rowser_; and _Hey, Jim Along, Jim Along Josie_; and _Angelina Do Go Home_; and _Good-by Susan Jane_; and _Shoot the Buffalo_; and _Weevilly Wheat_; and _Sandy He Belonged to the Mill_; and _I've Been to the East, I've Been to the West, I've Been to the Jay-Bird's Altar_; and _Skip-to-My-Lou_; and _The Juniper Tree_; and _Go In and Out the Window_; and _The Jolly Old Miller_; and _Captain Jinks_; and lots more of them.

Boyds and Burnses and Smythes tripping the light fantastic with them, and not half a dozen dresses better than alpacas in the crowd, and the men many of them in drilling trousers--and half of them with hayseed in their hair from the load on which they rode to the party! So, ye Iowa aristocracy, put that in your pipes and smoke it, as ye bowl over the country in your automobiles--or your airships, as I suppose it may be before you read this! I went round with the rest of them, for I had seen all these plays on the canal boats, and had once or twice taken part in them.

Kittie Fleming, very graceful and gracious as she bowed to me, and as I swung her around, was my partner.

Bob Wade still devoted himself to Virginia, who was like a fairy in her fine pink silk dress.
"This is enough of these plays," shouted Bob at last, after looking about to see that his father and mother were not in the room.