human
O Uncle, I am glad you don't think it's wrong to dance! cried Helen, coming suddenly out of the house.
gpt
Here's good news! Squire Derrick is going to give a feast in his park next Friday. I know that John can't go, because of his sprained ankle; but William Gill will drive us to the park in his chaise. There'll be room for Rhoda and me and Mrs. Gill.
human
But, Helen, I don't go to merry-makings, said Rhoda, gravely.
gpt
We have never taken part in anything of that kind. And as to father's remark, King David's sort of dancing was very different from the waltzes and polkas and galops that there will be on Friday night.
human
O Uncle, would there be any harm in my dancing?
gpt
No harm exactly, my girl, responded the farmer uneasily, as he picked a piece of dry moss off the wall.
human
But even when things are lawful, they are not always expedient. You are a married woman, you see, and your husband's under a cloud, and miles away--poor fellow!
gpt
Ah! sighed Helen,
human
I'm always doomed to suffer for his sins! I thought that perhaps a little bit of fun would help me to forget my troubles.