"Nobody in this town could suit me better than Pet Buford for a
daughter-in-law and I believe I'll have all the east rooms done over in
blue chintz for her. I think that would be the best thing to set off her
blue eyes and corn silk hair," she was saying as she cut orange peel
into strips.
"You've planned the refurnishing of that east wing to suit the style of
nearly every girl in Hillsboro since Tom put on long trousers, Bettie
Pollard, and they are just as they have been for fifteen years since you
did over the whole house," said Mrs. Johnson as she poured a wine-glass
half full from one bottle and added a tablespoonful from another.
"Well, I think he is really interested now from the way he danced most
of his time with her down at the hotel the other night, and I have hopes
I never had before. Now, Molly, do put him between you and her, sort of
cornered, so he can't even _see_ Ruth Chester. She is too old for
him." And Tom's mother looked at me over the orange peel as to a
confederate.
"Humph, I'd like to see you or Molly or any woman 'corner' Tom Pollard,"
said Mrs. Johnson with a wry smile as she tasted the concoction in the
wine-glass.
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