At that hour the sound of a fiddle in process of tuning was heard from the inner pantry.
"That's Dick," said the tranter.

"That lad's crazy for a jig." "Dick! Now I cannot--really, I cannot have any dancing at all till Christmas-day is out," said old William emphatically.

"When the clock ha' done striking twelve, dance as much as ye like." "Well, I must say there's reason in that, William," said Mrs.Penny.

"If you do have a party on Christmas-night, 'tis only fair and honourable to the sky-folk to have it a sit-still party.

Jigging parties be all very well on the Devil's holidays; but a jigging party looks suspicious now.