"Don't make fun."
"And wear them on Sunday. And there is usually one three-story building in the town--I was marooned over Sunday once in a little Western town, with an uncle. I saw a sign on a big building: 'Odd Fellows' Hall.' Who are the Odd Fellows, uncle?' I asked. He was a crusty old fellow: 'Optimists, my son, optimists,' he growled, 'They build three-story buildings in two-story towns.' What was your town, by the way?"
"Piedmont."
"Piedmont?" Kimberly paused a moment. "I ought to know something of that town."
Alice looked surprised. "You?"
"The uncle I spoke of built a railroad through there to the Gulf. Isn't there a town below Piedmont named Kimberly?"
"To be sure there is. How stupid! I never thought it was named after your uncle."
"No, that uncle was a Morgan,", interposed Imogene, listening, "the town was named after your next neighbor."
"How interesting! And how could you make such fun of me--having me tell you of a country you knew all about! And a whole town named after you!"
"That is a modest distinction," remarked Kimberly. "As a boy I was out there with an engineering party and hunted a little. My uncle gave me the town as a Christmas present."