She made her voice kind. “Do you mind it very much?”
I joined in her latent mirth. “It makes life not worth living! But more than this, South Carolina looks down on the whole South.”
“Not Virginia.”
“Not? An ‘entire stranger,’ you know, sometimes notices things which escape the family eye—family likenesses in the children, for instance.”
“Never Virginia,” she persisted.
“Very well, very well! Somehow you’ve admitted the rest, however.”
She began to smile.
“And next, Kings Port looks down on all the rest of South Carolina.”
She now laughed outright. “An up-country girl will not deny that, anyhow!”
“And finally, your aunts—”