Anne hesitated once again. She was curious and she wanted this young man to like her. But if her father ever heard of her dancing with a stranger... She didn't even want to think about what he'd do. She looked around again to make sure there was no one she knew around. Then she carefully put one hand in his and the other on his shoulder. Her hand was warm in his and her face was redder than her hair. "Now what?" she asked in a small voice.