You're too many f'r me!" said Mrs.Councill.
Carrie Hines came up behind Milton and Bettie and put her arms around their necks, bringing their cheeks together.

Bettie grew purple with anger and embarrassment, but Milton, with his usual readiness, said, "Thank you," and reached for the tittering malefactor's waist.

Nobody noticed it, for the room was full of such romping.
The men were standing around the stove discussing political outlooks, and the matrons were busy with the serving of the supper.

Out of doors the indefatigable boys were beginning again on "pom-pom pullaway." Supper over, the young folks all returned to the house across the way, leaving the men of elderly blood to talk on the Grange and the uselessness of the middlemen.

Sport began again in the Dudley farm-house by a dozen or so of the young people "forming on" for "Weevily Wheat." "Weevily Wheat" was a "donation dance." As it would have been wicked to have a fiddle to play the music, singers were substituted with stirring effect, and a song was sung, while the couples bowed and balanced and swung in rhythm to it: "Come _hither_, my love, and _trip_ together In the morning early.
I'll give to _you_ the parting hand, Although I love you dearly.
But I _won't_ have none of y'r weevily wheat, An' I _won't_ have _none_ of y'r barley, But have some flour in a half an hour To bake a cake for Charley.
"Oh, Charley, _he_ is a fine young man; Charley, he is a dandy.
Oh, Charley, _he's_ a fine young man, F'r he buys the girls some candy.
Oh, I _won't_ have none o' y'r weevily wheat, I won't have _none_ o' y'r barley, But have some flour in a half an hour To bake a cake for Charley.
"Oh, Charley, he's," etc.
Milton was soon in the thick of this most charming old-fashioned dance, which probably dates back to dances on the green in England or Norway.
Bettie was a good dancer, and as she grew excited with the rhythm and swing of the quaint, plaintive music her form grew supple at the waist and her large limbs light.