"The next dance we changed partners, Jim Little taking me and John Hobson taking Carolina. Now John is said to be the best dancer in Savannah, so I kept an eye on them, but they didn’t do very well. Carolina’s colour began to rise and her eyes began to grow that purplish black--you remember? Oh, she looked so beautiful! But she wasn’t enjoying herself, and she stopped near me to rest. Then I heard John say, ’You dance more like a Southern girl than any Yankee I ever knew!’ Think, mother! That was twice she had been called a Yankee before we had been there an hour. A Lee of South Carolina! Her cheeks just grew a little warmer and she lifted her chin a little higher, but didn’t correct him--just said, ’I suppose you intend that for a compliment, Mr. Hobson?’ ’I should say I did!’ he said. ’I never saw a Yankee girl who could dance in all my born days!’ ’How do you account for that?’ asked Carolina, in just as sweet a tone, mother, as she always uses. Me? I was just boiling! I was ready to cry!"
Her mother pressed her hand. Aunt Angle’s own lips were trembling with indignation.
"’Oh,’ the fool said, ’I reckon they don’t get as many chances to dance as our girls do!’ Well, that saved me. I began to laugh and I laughed until I nearly went into hysterics. I had to excuse myself and ask Jim to get me some water!"
"Did Carolina laugh, too?" asked Mrs. La Grange.
"Well, she smiled, and I knew from that, that she was only holding herself in.
"The next was a Lancers. Carolina danced with Rube Bryan. He is very tall and from the first he tried to get fresh with Carolina. I was in the same set dancing with John again. And I want to say right here that I never saw such unladylike and ungentlemanly dancing in all my life. Why, in Charleston the chaperons would have requested the whole dance to be stopped. They wouldn’t have permitted such hootings and yellings, such jumps and shouts. Girls yelled at each other across the whole hall--just like negroes. ’Go it, Virgie!’ ’Shake a foot, Nell!’ In the ladies’ chain the boys jerked the girls so that one girl in our set was thrown down and her wrist sprained."
"I was getting frightened and I could see that Carolina was on the verge of leaving the set. Then she seemed to brace herself, for Mrs. Winchester had left the line of chaperons and was making her way down to where we were dancing. And mother, there was rage in her whole bearing. She just looked as if Carolina were being insulted by dancing with such rowdies. But Carolina gave her a look and she did not interfere. She stood there, however."