"You are afraid of the night air, Cousin Janet ?" "Never mind me," said Cousin Janet; "I'll sit here and fan myself." "And as I prefer music, especially the banjo, at a distance, I will stay too," said Mrs.Weston.
Aunt Phillis was smoking outside her door, her mind divided between speculations as to what had become of Jim, and observations on the servants, as they were collecting from every direction, to join in the dancing or to find a good seat to look on.
The first sound of the banjo aroused Bacchus the younger from his dreams.
He bounded from his bed on the chest, regardless of the figure he cut in his very slight dishabille, and proceeded to the front door, _set_, as his mother would have said, on having his own way.
"Oh, mammy," he said, "dare's de banjo." "What you doin here ?" said Phillis.

"Go long to bed this minute, 'fore I take a switch to you." "Oh, mammy," said the boy, regardless of the threat in his enthusiastic state of mind, "jist listen, daddy's gwine to play 'Did you ever see the devil ?'" "Will any body listen to the boy?
If you don't go to bed"-- "Oh, mammy, _please_ lem me go.

Dare's Jake, he's gwine to dance.

Massa said I'd beat Jake dancin one o' dese days." "High," said Phillis; "where's the sore foot you had this morning ?" "Its done got well.

It got well a little while ago, while I was asleep." "Bound for you; go long," said Phillis.
Bacchus was about to go, without the slightest addition to his toilet.
"Come back here," said Phillis, "you real cornfield nigger; you goin there naked ?" The boy turned back, and thrust his legs in a pair of pants, with twine for suspenders.