“I believe it. They tell me that eating fish is good for the brain, so all brains must be in close juxtaposition to people’s stomachs.”
“Wha’s dat ‘juxypotation,’ chile?” demanded Jinny, rolling her eyes. “I never heerd the like of sech big wo’ds as you young ladies talks. Is dere seech a wo’d as ‘juxypotation?’”
“There is not, Jinny,” chuckled Laura. “She’s fooling you.”
“I knowed she was,” said the cook, showing all her white teeth in the broadest kind of a smile. “I be’lieb de men wot makes dictionaries oughtn’t to put in ’em no wo’ds longer dan two syllabubs.”
“Great!” crowed Bobby, and then choked over a mouthful of Laura’s flaky pie crust.
“Come out on the side porch,” said Laura, her face quite flushed. “I’ve baked my complexion as well as the pies.”
“Your cheeks are as red as Lily Pendleton’s were last Tuesday at school. Did you hear what Gee Gee did to her?” asked Bobby.
“No.”
“Real mean of Gee Gee,” chuckled Bobby, as the girls took comfortable seats. “But Lily deserved it.”
“Tell me—Gossip!” said Laura.