"Well, Lady Bandershanks, then! While Casey—"
"I ain't a lady. I'm—"
"Shh, now. While Casey and Hi tune up, I'm gonna explain to you all about dances down at Calico Neck, from start to finish. Lemme light my pipe first, though. Folks down there don't generally give but five or six dances the whole winter—none in crop time."
"How come?"
"I reckon they think when us fellows walk behind a mule all day our legs get so wore out we couldn't dance none!"
Jim-Bo sucked hard on his pipe stem, and as soon as the tobacco started glowing he let me blow out the match. He shifted his pipe to the corner of his mouth and motioned for me to move over and sit on his knees.
"When somebody does decide to have a shindig, they get the word around to all the young folks down that way. Then they send for Casey and Hi and me to come do the fiddlin'. 'Course they call on Uncle Hiram, too."
"Who's Uncle Hiram, Jim-Bo?"
"He's just an old man with a fiddle. I don't know whose uncle he is, but he told me one night he's Miss Dink's brother."
"Has he got a peg leg?" Aunt Vic asked.