Ford was laughing again at her description, but in a gentle, good-natured way. He wasn't laughing at her, but he couldn't help that the image it conjured up in his mind was a little funny — and the word jig was just meant to provoke smiles, he was sure. No one could say jig in a serious way. But it did sound fun, the way that she talked about it, and he agreed with her that it would at the very least be more interesting than what was currently happening on the dance floor.

"Well, I'll have to take your word for it, about it being a treat to watch," he said with a rueful smile. "I'd offer to go goad the orchestra into playing one for you, but unless you've got seven cousins strewn about the ballroom it wouldn't do us any good, would it?"

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