We need practice, anyhow. Eh, Hi?"
"Huh? What'd you say, Casey?"
"Let's practice a little for Saturday night and play a tune
or so for Bandershanks. She don't never hear dancing music."
"Suits me." Hi-Pockets turned down a page in his magazine and
slid it under his chair. "Jim-Bo, go get us the guitar and fiddle
outta the side room."
"You've got legs!"
"I've done pulled off my boots."
"And I reckon your little bittie tootsies might get cold
walking from here to the side room and back!"
"Boys!"
"I'll get them."
When Jim-Bo got back, he handed his fiddle to Casey, the
guitar to Hi-Pockets. Then he sat down in the chair next to mine.
"Jim-Bo, what you gonna play?"
"Me? Why, nothing, Bandershanks. I'm the hat man. I just pass
the hat!"
"Pass what hat?"
"When Casey and Hi are down at Calico Neck playing for a
Saturday night dance, I go along to pass around the hat for them.
You know, take up the money?"
"Church money?"
"No, gal! The money for the musicians. Want me to tell you
'bout dances?"
"Yeah, you tell me!"
"All right, little Cuddin Sally Sue! While-"
"I ain't Sally Sue! I done told you!"
"Well, Lady Bandershanks, then! While Casey-"
"I ain't a lady.
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