"All right, we'll go," said Sam. "You've seen about all there is to see here."
As they turned away Sue suddenly called:
"Hark!"
They all listened, and Grace said:
"That's one of their banjos! They bring them to the field and play and dance."
"Oh, let's see that!" cried Sue. "It'll be more fun than going to the cotton factory!"
Bunny, too, wanted to listen to the music, so they turned aside into a part of the field where most of the cotton had been picked from the bushes. The darkies, who had finished this part of their work, were celebrating after a fashion.
Some boards had been laid down, and an awning placed over them to make a place where bags of cotton were tied up to be taken to the gin. Gathered around this platform were a number of negro men, women and children. One of the men had an old banjo, and though the instrument seemed battered and broken, he managed to get some lively music from it.
"Golly, dat suah mek me want to shuffle mah feet!" exclaimed one bright-eyed colored lad.
"Why doan you shuffle 'em den, Rastus?" some one called. "Show de white folks how you kin cut de pigeon wing!"