It was the bundler who took me under her wing that first day—pretty Mamie O'Brien—three generations in the Falls. There was no talk of vamping, no discussions of beaus. Everyone told everything she had done since Saturday noon. “Hey, Margaret, didjagototha movies Saturday night?” “Sure. Swell, wasn't it?” “You said it. I 'ain't ever saw sweller....” “I seen Edna's baby Sunday. Awful cute.