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Chapter 24
Thecallersteppedtothemiddleofthefloorandhelduphishands.«Allready?Thenlethergo!»
Themusicsnarledout«ChickenReel,"shrillandclear,fiddleskirling,harmonicasnasalandsharp,andtheguitarsboomingonthebassstrings.Thecallernamedtheturns,thesquaresmoved.Andtheydancedforwardandback,hands’round,swingyourlady.Thecaller,inafrenzy,tappedhisfeet,struttedbackandforth,wentthroughthefiguresashecalledthem.
«Swingyourladiesan’adolcedo.Joinhans’roun’an’awaywego.»Themusicroseandfell,andthemovingshoesbeatingintimeontheplatformsoundedlikedrums.«Swingtotherightanaswingtolef’;break,now—break—backto—back,"thecallersangthehighvibrantmonotone.Nowthegirls’hairlostthecarefulcombing.Nowperspirationstoodoutontheforeheadsoftheboys.Nowtheexpertsshowedthetrickyinter-steps.Andtheoldpeopleontheedgeofthefloortookuptherhythm,pattedtheirhandssoftly,andtappedtheirfeet;andtheysmiledgentlyandthencaughtoneanother’seyesandnodded.
MaleanedherheadclosetoRoseofSharon’sear.«Maybeyouwouldn’thinkit,butyourPawasasniceadancerasIeverseen,whenhewasyoung.»AndMasmiled.«Makesmethinkofol’times,"shesaid.Andonthefacesofthewatchersthesmileswereofoldtimes.
«UpnearMuskogeetwentyyearsago,theywasablin’manwithafiddle—"
«Iseenafellaoncetcouldslaphisheelsfourtimesinonejump.»
