“I guess—there’s sumpin—to be said—on both sides—o’ that controversy,” responded the dressmaker.
“Meanin’ that mebbe a certain party’s relative feels just as cross as Mandy Parlow?” suggested Mrs. Gormley.
“Yep,” agreed the other woman, biting off her answer and her thread at the same instant.
Carolyn May listened, much puzzled. She wondered just who “a certain party” could be. It sounded very mysterious.
Mrs. Maine was called away upon some household task, and Mrs. Gormley seemed to change the subject of conversation.
“Don’t your uncle, Mr. Stagg, ever speak to you about Mandy Parlow?” she asked the little girl.
Carolyn May had to think about this before answering. Then she remembered.
“Oh, yes,” she said brightly.
“He does? Do tell!” exclaimed Mrs. Gormley eagerly. “What does he say?”
“Why, he says her name is Miss Amanda Parlow.”