Excerpt from Homespun, Vol. 8: March 1933 So Horace went home, his mind filled with a jumble of angels, of fairy music to which he and she glided rhythmically to and fro, exciting admiring glances where they went. Now Horace had never been to a dance, but he had attended a few parties where there had been dancing, simply because his mother had literally forced him to go. He had watched the dancers with contempt then; but thinking it over now, it seemed easy enough. He practiced a little by himself in front of the mirror in the living room and decided that he would have no trouble. Of course, he would not be dancing much anyway. They would go out in the garden and talk. Where was she, anyhow? He'd been here over an hour, and he hadn't talked to her yet. He had thought he'd better dance with some other girl first, to practice up a little for her; but it hadn't gone so well. It seemed that he and the girl just couldn't find out what each other was doing. He guessed he'd better not try to dance any more. If he could only find her, they could go some place and talk. He hadn't seen her for at least twenty minutes, not since he was dancing with that girl. Whew, it was hot in here; he might as well go out and cool off. About the Publisher Forgotten Books publishes hundreds of thousands of rare and classic books. Find more at www.forgottenbooks.com This book is a reproduction of an important historical work. Forgotten Books uses state-of-the-art technology to digitally reconstruct the work, preserving the original format whilst repairing imperfections present in the aged copy. In rare cases, an imperfection in the original, such as a blemish or missing page, may be replicated in our edition. We do, however, repair the vast majority of imperfections successfully; any imperfections that remain are intentionally left to preserve the state of such historical works.