"I can't dance."
"How come?"
"I don't know how. 'Sides, it's a bad sin!"
"Who told you that, Bandershanks?"
"I just been knowing it."
"Why, Jim-Bo," Hi said, "it ain't been six months since Brother Milligan preached a whole sermon on dancing!"
"Oh, yeah. I remember that sermon, now."
"I bet you remember it! You probably weren't listening to one word he said!"
"I was, too! I can tell you his very words!"
Jim-Bo let me slide from his knee so he could stand up. He began talking, and he tilted his head to one side and reared back, waving his arms and shaking his fists—just like Brother Milligan when he was up on the pulpit stand.