"So that a girl can dance with a person she wants to?"

The girls danced into his field of view again, only now they were three.

"Close your eyes if you want to see the girls dancing around," she said.

Or maybe it was because a beautiful girl, not yet woman, danced too well.

When the music started, girls are dancing, and I moved back, sat in a chair.

But a while later he would say, to no one in particular, "That girl of mine can sure dance."

"We can keep the girls dancing for 45 minutes, though they get kind of angry at us," he said.

Directly beneath us a dark girl was dancing on a table.

But the girls get up and dance to our stuff.

The girl leaped and danced from one to the other.