"She's of a very fine old Southern family—"
"All Southern families are fine—and old," I interjected.
"Stop being irreverent to Miss Hershey, Ted. Her family being in reduced circumstances—"
"According to the regular formula—"
"Shut up, Ted. She came North and offered herself as a social secretary."
"You have made me all curiosity for luncheon."
"I'll give you one word of advice, Ted. You'd better be awfully nice to Miss Hershey or you won't go far in Deep Harbor. She and Mrs. Hemphill hold the power of life and death over all bachelors."
"What sort of things does one do to be nice to her?"
"Oh, talk to her about her family and tell her about your grandfather."
I laughed: "But my grandfather was in the Northern Army; ten to one he stole Miss Hershey's grandfather's spoons while marching through Georgia, or something like that."