started to clap her hands to mimic the rhythm. Mrs. Ajax dismissed the class after the second attempt, and Cettie waited anxiously for Sera to join her. Her friend was talking to one of the younger girls—dancing was a class that mixed older and younger students—and Cettie tapped her foot as she watched them, her worry growing. “Did you not dance today, Cettie?” Miss Fullbright asked with an air of false innocence as she walked by. “Who would want to dance with her?” said Miss Fullbright’s companion.
