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Coblenz shifted her weight from one slipper to the other, her maroon-net skirts lying in a swirl around them. "Just look at gramaw, too! She holds up her head with the best of them. I wouldn't have had her miss this, not for the world." "Sure one fine old lady! Ought to have seen her shake my hand, Mother Coblenz. I nearly had to holler, 'Ouch!" "Mama, here comes Sara Suss and her mother.
I know a thing or two." "Why, Selene! That's gramaw's to go back " "You mean the bank-book's hers?" "That's gramaw's, to go back home on. That's the money for me to take gramaw and her wreaths back home on." "There you go talking luny." "Selene!" "Well, I'd like to know what else you'd call it, kidding yourself along like that." "You " "All right.
She dropped down into the upholstered chair beside the base-burner, the pink and moisture of exertion out in her face, took to fanning herself with the end of a face-towel flung across her arm. "Poor gramaw!" she said. "Poor gramaw!" Miss Coblenz sat down on the edge of a slim, home-gilded chair, and took to gathering the blue-silk dress into little plaits at her knee.
"Why, baby, a girl couldn't have a finer trousseau than the old linens back yet from Russia that me and gramaw got saved up for our girl linen that can't be bought these days. Bed-sheets that gramaw herself carried to the border, and " "Oh, I know. I knew you'd try to dump that stuff on me. That old worm-eaten stuff in gramaw's chest." "It's hand-woven, Selene, with "
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