In spite of the fact that there were many men and boys at the barn
dance, Ruth could not help looking around nervously now and then
during the course of the little play, several scenes of which took
place in the old building. But there was no further alarm, and no
unbidden guests were discerned in the bright glare of the powerful
lights.
The scenes went off very well, especially the dancing ones, but the
"city folks," as the farmer lads and lassies spoke of the members of
the theatrical company, were at rather a disadvantage when it came to
doing some of the old-fashioned dances. They had not practiced them
in years, particularly Miss Dixon and Miss Pennington.
"The idea of doing the old waltz and two-step," complained Miss
Pennington. "It's like running a race."
"Indeed it is, my dear," agreed her chum. "Why can't he let us do the
Boston Dip, at least; or the one-step glide. I hate the continuous
waltz."
"So do I. Let's try it, when you and I dance together."
"We will!"
But Mr. Pertell, who was overseeing the carrying out of the barn
dance, at once cried sharply:
"Hold on there with that camera, Russ! That won't do, Miss
Pennington--Miss Dixon. We don't want the new dances here. Not that
there is anything the matter with them," he hastened to add, as he
saw the defiant looks on the faces of the two former vaudeville
players; "but this is supposed to be an old-fashioned country dance,
of the style of about twenty-five years ago, and it would look queer
in the films to see the dip and one-step introduced.
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