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Show "Oh, you're a dancer." "Not exactly. In fact, not at all." Mimi looked quizzically at Kim. "I used to dance, but this afternoon I quit because the ballet mistress at the Academy told me I wasn't good enough for the advanced class I was enrolled in." "That was polite of her." "Oh, I'll be all right. I think. I just don't know what to tell my mom." "What do you mean?" "Well, she's spending all this money to send me. here so I can live near the Academy and dance, and I don't know how to break the news to her." "I have the answer to your problem," said Mimi, sounding for all the world like a druggist with a new mouthwash. Just then a loud, shrill bell sounded out in the hall. "Dinner," said Mimi. "I'll tell you afterwards." "Aren't you coming to dinner?" asked Kim. "No. I've got to take care of these plants." "I'd be happy to wait for you," Kim offered. She didn't especially want to go down to dinner in dining room full of strangers. "That's all right," said Mimi, "I don't think I'll go to dinner tonight." 43 |