Miss Sophia, who must be all of fifteen; she comes
up to me and she says, I hope youre not going to miss the harvest dance, Miss Mundy. Its going to be just supreme this year. And honest to God, if youd seen the delight in her eyes, youd think this thing was heaven she was talking about. Wouldnt it be a good one if we all went? To the harvest dance. Just like we used to. All dressed up. I think Id go. I think we should all go. You could wear that blue dress of mine- youre beautiful in it, Kate. You have the figure for it and it brings out the colour of your eyes. And you can wear my brown shoes with the crossover straps. I dont care what you say. Were going. Ive five pounds saved. Ill take you. Ill take us all. How many years has it been since we were at the harvest dance? At any dance? And I dont care how young they are, how drunk and dirty and sweaty they are. I want to dance, Kate. Like we used to. I just want to dance.