“Fàilte one an’ aw! Guid tae see ye ’ere tonight. Th' band is ready, sae ah wuld lik' tae invite aw tae participate in th' Grand March. Th' laddie chosen tae lead th' Grand March tonight has a birthday th'morra... Frank Sharp, please invite a lassie ’n' come up tae th' stage.”
Frank’s face reddened. “Jimmy, is this yer daein’?” Jimmy just grinned, and Jock laughed.
Frank stood up to applause, nodded slightly in acknowledgment, and headed over to the lass with the long black ringlets.
“Ah dinnae ken yur name, but wull ye join me in th’ Grand March?”
The lassie blushed. “They ca’ me Margaret Ferrie, an’ ah wull dance wi’ ye, Frank Sharp.”
She held out her hand, and they walked up to the front of the stage as couples formed and congregated on both sides of them. Frank and Margaret proceeded down the center, leading the Grand March.
When the march ended and the band broke into a lively reel, Frank said, “Wull ye hae anither dance wi’ me, Margaret?”
Margaret looked directly into Frank’s eyes. “Aye, Frank, ah wull.” Frank smiled, placed his hand on her waist, and the two were off. The two stayed on the dance floor for the next three songs before Frank spoke again.
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