Charming, in a piqued tone; “those who do not know me
call me simply My Lord, and everybody says Sir to me;
etiquette requires It."
" What is etiquette?” asked Pazza.
"1 don’t know,” replied Charming. "When I want to
jump, shout, and roll on the ground, I am told that it is
contrary to etiquette; then I keep still, and yawn for lack
of amusement—that is etiquette.”
" Since we are here to amuse ourselves, " resumed Pazza,
" there 1s no etiquette needed; speak to me as if I were
your sister, and I will speak to you as if you were my
brother. I will not call you My Lord."
" But you don’t know me,” said Charming.
‘What does that matter?" returned Pazza; “I will love
you, that is better. They say that you dance beautifully;
teach me to dance, will you?"
The ice was broken; Charming took the young girl by
the waist, and in less than half an hour taught her the
last new polka.
" How well you dance!" said he. "You have caught the
step directly."
“It is because you are a good teacher,” she replied.
"Now it is my turn to teach you something."
She took a beautiful picture-book, and showed him fine
buildings, fishes, statesmen, parrots, scholars, curious