Under this able generalship, the work was soon under way; the boys were despatched with the tickets, and the house was being put straight—at least the parlor was. It would have required many days to restore order to the chaos that habitually existed in the house of Wiggs.
"Asia, you help me roll these here barrels out on the porch, an' I 'll mop up the floor," said Mrs. Wiggs. "Miss Hazy, you look 'round in the kitchen, an' see if you can't find a taller candle. Seems like I put one in the sugar-bowl—that's it! Now, if you'll jes' cut it up right fine it'll be all ready to put on the floor when I git done."
When the floor was dry and the candle sprinkled over it, Australia and Europena were detailed to slide upon it until it became slick.
"Would you ast ever'body to bring a cheer, or would you have 'em already here?" asked Mrs. Wiggs.
"Oh, le' 's bring 'em ourselves!" insisted Asia, who had been to a church social.
So a raid was made on the neighborhood, and every available chair borrowed and ranged against the parlor wall.
By noon the boys reported most of the tickets sold, and Mrs. Wiggs received the funds, which amounted to six dollars.
It being a holiday, everybody was glad to come to the dance, especially as the proceeds were to help little Miss Hazy.
At one time there threatened to be trouble about the music; some wanted Uncle Tom, the old negro who usually fiddled at the dances, and others preferred to patronize home talent and have Jake Schultz, whose accordion could be heard at all hours in the Cabbage Patch.
Mrs. Wiggs effected a compromise. "They kin take turn about," she argued; "when one gits tired, the other kin pick up right where he left oft, an' the young folks kin shake the'r feet till they shoes drop off. Uncle Tom an' Jake, too, is a heap sight better than them mud-gutter bands that play 'round the streets."