A silence; Mazie busy with her lustrous hair,—the plump, rosy, vigorous incarnation of matronly health.
In the mirror she caught Elmer’s sleepy eye and laughed, displaying her white teeth.
“You think he kinda favours Eris?” she asked.
“Hey?”
“I don’t know why else he come to supper.”
“He come to supper to talk farmin’ with me,” said Odell gruffly.
“Maybe. Only I guess not,” laughed Mazie.
“Well, why did he come, then? He wanted I should show him the new separator and them samples of cork-brick. He’s a chemist, ain’t he? He’s int-rested in cork-brick and separators ’n’ all like that.”
Mazie twisted a curl paper around a thick brown tress.
“When he talked about the theatre and acting,” she remarked, “did you notice how Eris acted?”