Da Sharp looked up. “Yer no Harry Lauder, lad. Nae, nae at aw.” He lit a pipe and peered out the small front window. “I’ll nae be goin’ tae th' pub in this waither.” He dropped his eyes back to the newspaper he had been reading. “Sure ‘n’ you laddies won’t be gang tae Kirkcaldy to th’ dance tonight, either.”
Jock and Jimmy had to agree. Jock picked up his fiddle again and played, and Lill and Maggie danced the Gay Gordons together. Bess and Jeannie came in from the scullery -- Jimmy grabbed Jeannie and joined in the dance, which made her laugh.
“Come, Frank, dance wi’ me,” said Bess, taking Frank’s hand.
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