Her laughter assented. “Tell me some more about South Carolina,” she added with her caressing insinuation.
“Well, to begin with—”
“Go sit down at your lunch-table first. Aunt Josephine would never tolerate my encouraging gentlemen to talk to me over the counter.”
I went back obediently, and then resumed: “Well, what sort of people are those who own the handsome garden behind Mrs. Trevise’s!”
“I don’t know them.”
“Thank you; that’s all I wanted.”
“What do you mean?”
“They’re new people. I could tell it from the way you stuck your nose in the air.”
“Sir!”
“Oh, if you talk about my hair, I can talk about your nose, I think. I suspected that they were: ‘new people’ because they cleaned up their garden immediately after the storm this morning. Now, I’ll tell you something else: the whole South looks down on the whole North.”