I
wondered why I was having a party in my house when being alone in my
garden with just a neighbor was so much more fun, but I had to begin to
enjoy myself right off, for in a few minutes all the rest came.
I don't think I ever saw my house look so lovely before. Mrs. Johnson
had put all the flowers out of hers and Mrs. Cain's garden all over
everything and the table was a mass of soft pink roses that were
shedding perfume and nodding at one another in their most society
manner. There is no glimmer in the world like that which comes from
really old polished silver and rosewood and mahogany, and one's
great-great-grandmother's hand-woven linen feels like oriental silk
across one's knees.
Suddenly I felt very stately and grand-damey and responsible as I looked
at them all across the roses and sparkling glasses. They were lovely
women, all of them, and could such men be found anywhere else in the
world? When I left them all to go out into the big universe to meet the
distinctions that I knew my husband would have for me, would I sit at
salt with people who loved me like this? I saw Pet Buford say something
to Tom about me that I know was lovely from the way he smiled at me; and
the judge's eyes were a full cup for any woman to have offered her.
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