dusty-smelling night; then the violins fell in
-- one of them was almost like a flute. They
called so archly, so seductively, that our feet
hurried toward the tent of themselves. Why
hadn't we had a tent before?

Dancing became popular now, just as roller
skating had been the summer before. The
Progressive Euchre Club arranged with the
Vannis for the exclusive use of the floor on
Tuesday and Friday nights. At other times
any one could dance who paid his money and
was orderly; the railroad men, the Round
House mechanics, the delivery boys, the ice-
man, the farmhands who lived near enough to
ride into town after their day's work was over.

I never missed a Saturday night dance. The
tent was open until midnight then. The coun-
try boys came in from farms eight and ten
miles away, and all the country girls were on
the floor, -- Antonia and Lena and Tiny, and
the Danish laundry girls and their friends. I
was not the only boy who found these dances
gayer than the others. The young men who
belonged to the Progressive Euchre Club used
to drop in late and risk a tiff with their sweet-
hearts and general condemnation for a waltz
with "the hired girls."

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