“To hear is not always to obey, with Solomon,” Aunt Lucinda commented. “Your uncle is waiting for you, Blue Bonnet.”
“I won’t be a jiffy now!” Blue Bonnet went to the closet for her habit. “Fortunately, Uncle Cliff never seems to mind my keeping him waiting; I reckon he’s used to it.”
“I should call that very unfortunate, my dear; not to say, wanting in proper respect to Mr. Ashe.”
Blue Bonnet looked amazed. “I never thought of it in that way!”
“Uncle Cliff,” she asked, as they cantered briskly off down the drive, Solomon pelting along behind, “do you mind my keeping you waiting?”
“I’ve always supposed it was the way with women—young or old.”
“Then you do mind! Why didn’t you say so? Have you thought it ‘lacking in proper respect,’ too?”
“Bless your heart, no, indeed! Is that what you’ve been looking so sober over, Honey?”
But Blue Bonnet continued to look sober. “There’s such a lot to what Grandmother calls ‘one’s duty to one’s neighbor.’ Do you reckon I’ll ever be able to learn it all?”
“I don’t see how your mother’s daughter could very well help it, Honey.”