"Flapping away the blue-tailed fly, with a big red-and-yellow bandana, probably." "Playing the banjo for a lot of little niggers to dance to!" suggests the Brat.
"They are all wrong, are not they, Nancy ?" says Bobby, in a lowered voice, to me, on whose left hand he has placed himself; "he is sitting in his veranda, is not he?
in a palm hat and nankeen breeches, with his arm around the old Wampoo." "I dare say," reply I, laughing.

"I hope so," for, indeed, I am growing quite fond of my dusky rival.
The ball is to be in the servants' hall; it is a large, long room, and thither, when all the guests are assembled, we repair.

We think that we shall make a greater show, and inspire more admiration, if we appear in pairs.

I therefore make my entry on father's arm.

Never with greater trepidation have I entered any room, for I am to open the ball with the butler, and the prospect fills me with dismay.