Mis' Toplady sings out, laughing, that there would be if she didn't get home to get Timothy's dinner, and Mis' Sykes come to herself and groaned.
"But oh, my land," she says, "we ain't found no ma nor pa for this child. What in time are we going to do? I'm too stiff," she says, "to adopt one personally."
But the little boy, he just smelled of the flowers the folks on the Flats had give him, and waved his hand to the sheriff, cute.
Late the next afternoon, us ladies that weren't tending to the supper were trying to get the Foreign booth to look like something. The Foreign booth looked kind of slimpsey. We hadn't got enough in it. We just had a few dishes that come from the old country, and a Swiss dress of Berta's mother's and a Japanese dress, and like that. But we couldn't seem to connect up much of Europe with Friendship Village.
At five o'clock the door opened, and in walked Mis' Amachi and Mis' Swenson from the Flats, with nice black dresses on and big aprons pinned up in newspapers. Pretty soon in come old Mis' Marchant, that had rode up on a grocery delivery wagon, she said. Close behind these come some more of them we had asked. And Mis' Sykes, acting like the personal hostess to everything, took them around and showed them things, the Friendship Village booth that was loaded with stuff, and the Foreign booth that wasn't.
And Mis' Poulaki, one of the Greek women, she looked for a while and then she says, "We got two nice musics from old country."
She made her hands go like playing strings, and we made out that she meant two musical instruments.
"Good land!" says Mis' Sykes. "Post right straight home and get them. Got anything else?"
"A little boy's suit from Norway," says Mis' Swenson. "And my marriage dress."
"Get it up here!" cries Mis' Sykes. "Ladies, why do you s'pose we never thought of this before?"