The moment she was gone Cinthie made a boastful statement.
"My face is bigger than yours!"
Poppy put up her hand and felt her face carefully; then looked at Cinthie's with the air of one measuring with the eye.
"Well, perhaps it is!" she acceded.
"It's bigger'n anyone's," continued Cinthie, even more bragfully. "Who are you married to?"
This was an awkward and surprising question, but Poppy countered.
"Why should you think I am married, Cinthie?"
"Everybody's married," was the swift response. "I'm married to Mammie, and Mammie's married to Daddie, and Daddie's married to the moon, and the moon's married to the sun, and the sun's married to the sea, and the sea's married to the stars, and the stars are married to the stripes—Daddie says so. Let me sit on your lap, I'm as tired as a bed."
Poppy lifted her up, and Cinthie, lolling against the white, lacy dress, gazed for a space into the lilac eyes. She then carefully selected a long streak of her own hair and put it into her mouth, thoughtfully sucking it as she continued her remarks:
"I think you had better marry Karri," she said. "I like Karri better'n anyone, except Daddie. His face is bigger than anybody's."