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Later a young brother and sister gave recitations, which every one

present had heard many times at winter evening entertainments in the

city.

A little girl performed a skirt dance in the center of the floor.

The mother played her accompaniments and at the same time watched her

daughter with greedy admiration and nervous apprehension. She need have

had no apprehension. The child was mistress of the situation. She had

been properly dressed for the occasion in black tulle and black silk

tights. Her little neck and arms were bare, and her hair, artificially

crimped, stood out like fluffy black plumes over her head. Her poses

were full of grace, and her little black-shod toes twinkled as they shot

out and upward with a rapidity and suddenness which were bewildering.

But there was no reason why everyone should not dance. Madame

Ratignolle could not, so it was she who gaily consented to play for the

others. She played very well, keeping excellent waltz time and infusing

an expression into the strains which was indeed inspiring. She was

keeping up her music on account of the children, she said; because she

and her husband both considered it a means of brightening the home and

making it attractive.

Almost every one danced but the twins, who could not be induced to

separate during the brief period when one or the other should be

whirling around the room in the arms of a man. They might have danced

together, but they did not think of it.

The children were sent to bed. Some went submissively; others with

shrieks and protests as they were dragged away. They had been permitted

to sit up till after the ice-cream, which naturally marked the limit of

human indulgence.

The ice-cream was passed around with cake--gold and silver cake arranged

on platters in alternate slices; it had been made and frozen during the

afternoon back of the kitchen by two black women, under the supervision

of Victor. It was pronounced a great success--excellent if it had only

contained a little less vanilla or a little more sugar, if it had been

frozen a degree harder, and if the salt might have been kept out of

portions of it. Victor was proud of his achievement, and went about

recommending it and urging everyone to partake of it to excess.

After Mrs. Pontellier had danced twice with her husband, once with

Robert, and once with Monsieur Ratignolle, who was thin and tall and

swayed like a reed in the wind when he danced, she went out on the

gallery and seated herself on the low window-sill, where she commanded a

view of all that went on in the hall and could look out toward the Gulf.

There was a soft effulgence in the east. The moon was coming up, and its

mystic shimmer was casting a million lights across the distant, restless

water.