"Why, it used to be jet," Letitia said. "But you don't ask us in, my dear—and here we've come all the long way from Grassy Ford to see you."
"Hush!" said Peggy, and Letitia paused, for the first time noting the voices in the inner rooms.
"Oh," she whispered, "I see: you have a party."
"Yes," Peggy answered. "We—we have a party."
"I think we should go, Letitia," I interposed, but she did not hear me.
"I can't get over your hair," she murmured, holding Peggy at arm's-length from her and then turning her head a little to look about her. "Do they smoke at your parties?" she asked.
"Oh yes," laughed Peggy, "all the men smoke, you know."
"But I thought," said Letitia, "I saw a woman with a cigarette."
"It may have been a—candy cigarette," Peggy answered.
"That's true," said Letitia, "for I've seen them at Marvin's in Grassy Ford."