In that case, it looks to me like
a girl's got little choice. 'Bout all she can do is avoid the
extremes and keep her eye on the altar!"
"What does that mean?"
"Means we'd better have another tune. Or, maybe you'll dance
some for us. How 'bout that?"
"I can't dance."
"How come?"
"I don't know how. 'Sides, it's a bad sin!"
"Who told you that, Bandershanks?"
"I just been knowing it."
"Why, Jim-Bo," Hi said, "it ain't been six months since
Brother Milligan preached a whole sermon on dancing!"
"Oh, yeah. I remember that sermon, now."
"I bet you remember it! You probably weren't listening to one
word he said!"
"I was, too! I can tell you his very words!"
Jim-Bo let me slide from his knee so he could stand up. He
began talking, and he tilted his head to one side and reared
back, waving his arms and shaking his fists-just like Brother
Milligan when he was up on the pulpit stand.
"My good people of Drake Eye Springs," he shouted out, his
voice cracking and trembling, "I warn you, dancing is a sin! Some
would seek to justify it on the grounds that it is a graceful
movement of the body.
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