He smiled happily.
"You-all don't need to look so solemn, a body ain't going to snap at you! This house are the old Blount cabin, but the Blounts done moved away from it years and years ago.

They're down Fayetteville way now.
There was a passel of 'em and they was about as common a lot of white folks as you'd find anywhere; I know, because I come to a dance here once and Dave Blount called me a liar right in this very room." He paused, that this impressive fact might disseminate itself.

Hannibal slid forward in his seat, his earnest little face bent on Yancy.
"Why did he call you a liar, Uncle Bob ?" he demanded.
"Well, I scarcely know, Nevvy, but that's what he done, and he stuck some words in front of it that ain't fitten I should repeat." Miss Malroy's cheeks had become very red, and Mrs.Ferris refused to meet her eye, while the children were in a flutter of pleased expectancy.

They felt the wholly contemporary interest of Yancy's story; he was dealing with forms of speech which prevailed and were usually provocative of consequences more or less serious.

He gave them a wide, sunny smile.
"When Dave Blount called me that, I struck out fo' home." At this surprising turn in the narrative the children looked their disgust, and Mrs.Ferris shot Betty a triumphant glance.