She laughs, caught up in Elsie's enthusiasm. "Of course! Let me think of a good dance to go with this music ..."

It's a sprightly tune, in a rhythm her old dancing-master used to call ternary, and calls to mind a dance that she and her siblings all learned as children.

"All right -- it starts like this. We stand facing each other, and join hands." And she holds out both of her hands for Elsie's.