It made little difference who she happened to be, for in imagination she was always the same.

Annette had secured for him the last dance with Ruth, and he intended to practise every moment until that magic hour should arrive.
But youth reckons not with circumstance.

Just when all sails were set and he was nearing perfection, he met with a disaster which promptly relegated him to the dry-dock.

His partner did not dance! When he looked at her, he found that she was tall and thin and vivacious, and he felt that she must have been going to hops for a very long time.
"I hate dancing, don't you ?" she said.

"Let's go over there, out of the crowd, and have a nice long talk." Sandy glanced at the place indicated.