Zene concluded he would black his
boots and look into the fair awhile also, and as he could keep a
protecting eye on her young family, and had authority to send them
up-stairs in one hour and a half by the bar-room time, Grandma Padgett
went to bed. She was glad the journey was so nearly over, for every
night found her quite tired out.
Zene, magnifying his own importance and authority, ushered aunt
Corinne and Robert into the fair, and limped after them whenever he
thought they needed admonition or advice. The landlord's pert young
son noticed this and made his intimates laugh at it. Besides, he was
gorgeously attired in blue velvet jacket and ruffles and white
trousers, and among the crowds of grown people coming and going,
other children shone in resplendent attire. Aunt Corinne felt the
commonness of her calico dress. She had a "white" herself, if Ma
Padgett had only let her put it on, but this could not be explained
to all the people at the fair. And there were so many things to look
at, she soon forgot the white. Dolls of pink and pearly wax, with
actual hair, candy or wooden dogs, cats, and all domestic animals,
tables of cakes, and lines of made-up clothing which represented the
sewing society's labors.
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