It _is_ a lonely house across the garden with the big and the tiny
man in it all by themselves! And tears, from another corner of my heart
entirely, rose to my eyes at the thought, but they, too, never fell, for
I heard Mrs. Johnson calling and I had to run down quick and see what
new delicacy had arrived for my party.
Uncle Thomas Pollard had sent me a quart bottle of his private stock
with the message to put the mint to soak just one hour and twenty
minutes before the men came. I made room for it beside the case of
champagne on the cellar shelf and wondered how they would stand it all.
We don't have champagne often in Hillsboro, and when we do nobody seems
to want to cut down on the juleps, consequently--well, nothing ever
really happens! However, it must have been the champagne that made Tom
act as he did. He was never like that before.
Somehow I didn't enjoy dressing to-night for my dinner as I did for the
dance, and when I was through I stood before the mirror and looked at
myself a long time. I was very tall and slim and--well, I suppose I
might say regal in that amethyst crepe with the soft rose-point, but I
looked to myself about the eyes as I had been doing for years when I put
on my Sunday clothes to go to church with Mr.
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