Free Little House In The Big Woods by Laura Ingalls Wilder Page A

stamp. The circles went round and round, all the skirts going one way and all the boots going the other way, and hands clasping and parting high up in the air.
    “Swing your partners!” Pa called, and
    “Each gent bow to the lady on the left!”
    They all did as Pa said. Laura watched Ma's skirt swaying and her little waist bending and her dark head bowing, and she thought Ma was the loveliest dancer in the world. The fiddle was singing:
    “Oh, you Buffalo gals, Aren't you coming out tonight, Aren't you coming out tonight, Aren't you coming out tonight, Oh, you Buffalo gals, Aren't you coming out tonight, To dance by the light of the moon?”
    The little circles and the big circles went round and round, and the skirts swirled and the boots stamped, and partners bowed and separated and met and bowed again.
    In the kitchen Grandma was all by herself, stirring the boiling syrup in the big brass kettle. She stirred in time to the music. By the back door was a pail of clean snow, and sometimes Grandma took a spoonful of syrup from the kettle and poured it on some of the snow in a saucer.
    Laura watched the dancers again. Pa was playing “The Irish Washerwoman” now. He called:
    “Doe see, ladies, doe see doe, Come down heavy on your heel and toe!”
    Laura could not keep her
    feet still. Uncle George
    looked at her and laughed.
    Then he caught her by
    the hand and did a
    little dance with her, in
    the corner. She liked
    Uncle George.
    Everybody was
    laughing, over by the
    kitchen door. They
    were dragging
    Grandma in from the
    kitchen. Grandma's
    dress was beautiful,
    too; a dark blue calico with autumn-colored leaves scattered over it. Her cheeks were pink from laughing, and she was shaking her head.
    The wooden spoon was in her hand.
    “I can't leave the syrup,” she said.
    But Pa began to play “The Arkansas Traveler,” and everybody began to clap in time to the music. So Grandma bowed to them all and did a few steps by herself. She could dance as prettily as any of them. The clapping almost drowned the music of Pa's fiddle.
    Suddenly Uncle George did a pigeon wing, and bowing low before Grandma he began to jig. Grandma tossed her spoon to somebody.
    She put her hands on her hips and faced Uncle George, and everybody shouted. Grandma was jigging.
    Laura clapped her hands in time to the music, with all the other clapping hands. The fiddle sang as it had never sung before.
    Grandma's eyes were snapping and her cheeks were red, and underneath her skirts her heels were clicking as fast as the thumping of Uncle George's boots.
    Everybody was excited. Uncle George kept on jigging and Grandma kept on facing him, jigging too. The fiddle did not stop. Uncle George began to breathe loudly, and he wiped sweat off his forehead. Grandma's eyes twinkled.
    “You can't beat her, George!” somebody shouted.
    Uncle George jigged faster. He jigged twice as fast as he had been jigging. So did Grandma. Everybody cheered again. All the women were laughing and clapping their hands, and all the men were teasing George.
    George did not care, but he did not have breath enough to laugh. He was jigging.
    Pa's blue eyes were snapping and sparking.
    He was standing up, watching George and Grandma, and the bow danced over the fiddle strings. Laura jumped up and down and squealed and clapped her hands.
    Grandma kept on jigging. Her hands were on her hips and her chin was up and she was smiling. George kept on jigging, but his boots did not thump as loudly as they had thumped at first. Grandma's heels kept on clickety-clacking gaily. A drop of sweat dripped off George's forehead and shone on his cheek.
    All at once he threw up both arms and gasped, “I'm beat!” He stopped jigging.
    Everybody made a terrific noise, shouting and yelling and stamping, cheering Grandma.
    Grandma jigged just a little minute more, then she stopped. She laughed in gasps. Her eyes sparkled just like Pa's when he laughed.
    George was laughing, too, and wiping his