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Shake 'em out! went the cry. Strut your stuff!

The little dancer was lean and yellow, dressed in scarlet; her pink drawers were adorned with blue forget-me-nots. Her legs were like toothpicks.

Oh, gaze on dat wobble, man!

Too skinny, Danny, Lasca complained to the manager who was passing the table.

Wait! he adjured her.

Presently the dancer went into a shivering ecstasy. From the top of her head to her feet she quivered. It was like an enjoyable ague.

Lasca tossed a crumpled dollar bill on the floor. Stamping her heel squarely over the vail, the girl continued her strange, seismic performance as she shouted: