Biographical fiction; Immigrants -- United States -- Fiction; United States -- History -- 19th century -- Fiction
"No trouble at all. Oh, I am so glad that you both had the
idea to send me to school, I love it. I love to be puzzled over a
question and find it out for myself. I love to feel myself gaining
knowledge and understanding many things that used to be dark and
incomprehensible to me and that seem plain now. I rejoice that I am
able to think and speak English," and Renestine turned her head toward
her sister and her eyes were moist. "You are very good to me, Aldine,
and besides you are spoiling me with all the pretty dresses you make
for me."
"Oh, do come in right after dinner and look at your dress for
to-night. It is just lovely with the little rosebuds around the
shoulders," said Mrs. Bilter.
It did not take long before the three were admiring the fluffy
white dress and predicting its success at the ball.
Renestine hurried home after school and sat down by the side of
her sister to help sew rosebuds on the flounces of the wide skirt.
When the dress was finished Renestine took it to her room and pinned
it up on the curtains of her bed to look at it and get the effect of
it. Then she got out her little white satin slippers and began the
ceremony of the toilette for the ball.
Carriages were coming and going before the brilliantly lighted
Colonial house owned by the Good Fellowship Club. The colored drivers
sat proud and erect on their boxes and held in their restive horses
while their masters and mistresses alighted. Young dandies in ruffled
shirts and flowered velvet waistcoats came on foot and sprang eagerly
up the steps and vanished through the double doors swung back by
colored attendants. Strains of music reached the street and ceased
when the doors opened and shut and the sound of many voices in
conversation and happy laughter burst upon the ear of the passer-by.
Inside, all was gaiety and animation. Festoons of greens hung from the
chandelier of kerosene lights and garlands and wreaths decorated the
walls of the wide hall and rooms where there was dancing. In the
ballroom five colored musicians were the orchestra and the leader
"called out" the figures of the lancers and quadrilles. "Face your
pardners," he called out as the square dance was begun. Several sets
of four couples were formed ready for the first strains of the lancers
music and the prompter. "Forward all," and all the couples advanced
to the center. "Swing your pardners," "balance corners," the lady and
gentleman faced to the right and took steps to the music. "Swing," and
they swung around.
The next figure was the "Grand right and left," called out by
the prompter and the couples circled around and after a large ring was
formed by taking hands and going first to the right and then to the
left, amid laughter the dance broke up.
Standing near the window on the porch were two young men. They
were smoking cigars and commenting on the guests and the surroundings
generally.
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