I'm a regular old ROOSTER when I get started." He marched out into the barn, the others following, holding their sides.
He found an aged Mexican woman by the door and hustled her, all confused and giggling, into the Virginia reel, then at its height.

Every one crowded around to see.

Old Broderson stepped off with the alacrity of a colt, snapping his fingers, slapping his thigh, his mouth widening in an excited grin.

The entire company of the guests shouted.

The City Band redoubled their efforts; and the old man, losing his head, breathless, gasping, dislocated his stiff joints in his efforts.