“Only fools laugh at nothing.”
“Well,” said Jacqueline unabashed, “I was laughing at a fool. Where does she live?”
“Who?”
“That stuck up old thing, Miss Gildersleeve, that we saw in the shop. Gee! I’d hate to have her bossing me.”
“She’s an old hen,” said Neil. “You’d ought to ’a’ heard her bawl me out, time I run acrost her old lawn with the cream Mother forgot to leave. Mother won’t like it though if you sass her.”
“I will if I like,” Jacqueline answered calmly. “Where does she hang out?”
“We’re most there now,” said Neil. “It’s that big white house with the hedge.”
“Shucks!” said Jacqueline. (She had added to her vocabulary already at the farm.) “That isn’t half as big as Buena Vista.”
“What’s Boona Vister?”
To herself Jacqueline said: “You most put your foot in it that time!” Aloud she told Neil airily: “Oh, it’s a place where I was once.”