But the real pleasure only began with the games. The party wasnothing without the games, and, indeed, it was made for the games.Very likely it was one of the timid girls who proposed to playsomething, and when the ice was once broken, the whole company wentinto the business enthusiastically. There was no dancing. We shouldhope not. Not in the deacon's house; not with the deacon'sdaughters, nor anywhere in this good Puritanic society. Dancing wasa sin in itself, and no one could tell what it would lead to. Butthere was no reason why the boys and girls shouldn't come togetherand kiss each other during a whole evening occasionally. Kissing wasa sign of peace, and was not at all like taking hold of hands andskipping about to the scraping of a wicked fiddle.