And we
went back to our figuring, with a sort of desperate courage. "_Now_
will you get those clothes, Sophy Smith?" she resumed, through her
teeth, and the pink came back to her cheek, and her eyes deepened.
"And do you agree to stick it out, you and I shoulder to shoulder,
town or no town, ha'nts or no ha'nts; and win out?"
"Yes!" said I.
CHAPTER VII
A BRIGHT PARTICULAR STAR
Wire from The Author, New York City, to Miss S. Smith, Hyndsville,
South Carolina:
Photos received. Furniture noted. It's pretty, but is it
art?
Wire from Miss Smith to The Author:
What is Art?
Wire from The Author:
Sometimes an invention of the devil. Is your stuff Madison
Avenue or Grand Rapids? Reply.
Wire from Miss Smith:
Madison Avenue and Grand Rapids hadn't been invented when
Hynds House was furnished.
Wire from The Author:
Maybe not, but mightn't be same furniture. Have been stung
before. Can't be genuine. Too much of it.
Wire from Miss Smith:
Please yourself.
Wire from The Author:
Coming to investigate. Won't sleep in anything but pineapple
bed; won't sit in anything but carved chair; can't pray
without prie-dieu.
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