"There's going to be a regular epidemic of love in Hillsboro, I do
believe," she continued in her usual strain of sentimental speculation.
"I saw Mr. Graves talking to Delia Hawes in front of the store an hour
ago, as I came out from looking at the blue chintz to match Pet for the
west wing, and they were both so absorbed they didn't even see me. That
was what might have been called a conflagration dinner you gave the
other night, Molly, in more ways than one. I wish a spark had set off
Benton Wade and Henrietta, too. Maybe it did, but is just taking fire
slowly."
I think it would be a good thing just to let Aunt Bettie blindfold every
unmarried person in this town and marry them to the first person they
touch hands with. It would be fun for her and then we could have peace
and apparently as much happiness as we are going to have anyway. Mrs.
Johnson seemed to be in somewhat the same state of mind as I found
myself.
"Humph," she said as we went up the front steps, "I'll be glad when you
are married and settled, Molly Carter, so the rest of this town can
quiet down into peace once more, and I sincerely hope every woman under
fifty in Hillsboro who is already married will stay in that state until
she reaches that age.
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