'Under Fire: A Tale of New England Village Life' is a novel written by Frank Andrew Munsey. The story, set in a small New England village, begins with two boys, Tom Martin and Dave Farrington, discussing a baseball game they played the previous day. Both boys admitted that without the help of Fred Worthington, there's no way that their team would've won the game.

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But Matthew was not the only surprised one present. Dave looked on with amazement, and Nellie hardly seemed to believe her own senses. "Why, Fred, when did you learn to dance so well?" she asked, as they walked around the room arm in arm. "I never had a better partner." "Thank you, Nellie, for the compliment," he replied, with a slight blush. "I only hope I managed to get through without exhausting your patience. I was so afraid I should prove very stupid, I know so little about the waltz." "Oh, no, you were far from stupid, and I never enjoyed a dance more; but I am awfully curious to know where you learned so much without attending dancing school." "'Never enjoyed a dance more, ' and with me, too," thought Fred, with a delight which he could not conceal. "My cousin from Boston, the young lady who spent the summer at my home, taught me all I know about it," he replied. "And have you never had any other practice?