Ginny could barely wait as the night trickled by. Mother cried for hours about losing her precious child,
and after a while, even Father stopped trying to calm her down. Ginny understood that her Mother
needed to cry, but she wished that she was not so loud.
Finally, however, midnight trickled in, and Ginny was free to leave. She grabbed her cloak, shoes, and
a lantern and dashed quickly outside, eager to see Ben.
Ginny hurried through the streets, her lantern held high. The light was dim since Ginny had forgotten to
relight the candle. Ginny stepped carefully, not knowing what could come out of the darkness.
Ginny had had a harder time than usual getting out of the house. She had tripped over something on her
way out, resulting in a loud clang. She had …show more content…
That question was a cruel way of getting her to open her eyes.
"Well, have you?" Ben asked.
"Have I what?"
"Learned to dance."
He could not be serious right now, Ginny thought She cast her eyes at the ground, not sure what to say.
“Well, you see when I was back in England, I had a teacher, her name was Lady Augustine. I hated her. She hated me. My mother made my sisters, well Rebecca, Blithe, and Charlotte and I at least, take lessons from her. I was just seven years old. She taught us how to pour tea, how to address our superiors, and she, attempted to at least, teach us how to dance. However, I just couldn’t learn. Nothing worked. To answer your question then, I can’t dance.”
"You don't mean to tell me that a well off, gorgeous, British lady has couldn’t learned to dance, but a
rugged American boy could?"
Ginny began to laugh. Ben knew how to dance? She couldn't believe it. She tried picturing him in a
ballroom, all gussied up. She imagined him wearing one of those ridiculous wigs. The picture only
caused Ginny to giggle She wished she could see it in real life.
Ginny was so lost in thought she almost didn't hear Ben say, "On your feet Miss Miller, it’s time
and after a while, even Father stopped trying to calm her down. Ginny understood that her Mother
needed to cry, but she wished that she was not so loud.
Finally, however, midnight trickled in, and Ginny was free to leave. She grabbed her cloak, shoes, and
a lantern and dashed quickly outside, eager to see Ben.
Ginny hurried through the streets, her lantern held high. The light was dim since Ginny had forgotten to
relight the candle. Ginny stepped carefully, not knowing what could come out of the darkness.
Ginny had had a harder time than usual getting out of the house. She had tripped over something on her
way out, resulting in a loud clang. She had …show more content…
That question was a cruel way of getting her to open her eyes.
"Well, have you?" Ben asked.
"Have I what?"
"Learned to dance."
He could not be serious right now, Ginny thought She cast her eyes at the ground, not sure what to say.
“Well, you see when I was back in England, I had a teacher, her name was Lady Augustine. I hated her. She hated me. My mother made my sisters, well Rebecca, Blithe, and Charlotte and I at least, take lessons from her. I was just seven years old. She taught us how to pour tea, how to address our superiors, and she, attempted to at least, teach us how to dance. However, I just couldn’t learn. Nothing worked. To answer your question then, I can’t dance.”
"You don't mean to tell me that a well off, gorgeous, British lady has couldn’t learned to dance, but a
rugged American boy could?"
Ginny began to laugh. Ben knew how to dance? She couldn't believe it. She tried picturing him in a
ballroom, all gussied up. She imagined him wearing one of those ridiculous wigs. The picture only
caused Ginny to giggle She wished she could see it in real life.
Ginny was so lost in thought she almost didn't hear Ben say, "On your feet Miss Miller, it’s time