Emarine smiled faintly and was silent.
“Ain’t you goin’ up town pretty early fer washday?”
“Yes ’m.”
“I see you hed a beau home from church las’ night.”
Emarine’s face flushed; even her ears grew rosy.
“Well, I guess he’s a reel nice young man, anyways, Emarine. You needn’t to blush so. Mis’ Grandy was a-sayin’ she thought you’d done offul well to git him. He owns the house an’ lot they live in, an’ he’s got five hunderd dollars in the bank. I reckon he’ll have to live with the ol’ lady, though, when he gits married. They do say she’s turrable hard to suit.”
Emarine lifted her chin. The gold pendants glittered like diamonds.
“It don’t make any difference to me whuther she’s hard to suit or easy,” she said. “I’ll have to be goin’ on now. Just knock at the front door, Miss Presly.”
“Oh, I can go right around to the back, just as well, an’ save your maw the trouble o’ comin’ to the door. If she’s got her washin’ out, I can stoop right under the clo’s line.”
“Well, we like to have our comp’ny come to the front door,” said Emarine, dryly.