She thought there wasn't
anything for her to do in a place like this. But just wait till I tell
her about Jim Tumley. Oh, she'll know what to do. Why, mother's
wonderful in her way, David! Why, I just know she can do something for
Jim Tumley."
David shook his head.
"Jocelyn," he sighed, "it'll take this whole town and God Almighty too
to save Jim Tumley now."
"Well, mother will do her share. And, Dav--id, I'd like another
kiss--if you don't mind."
David didn't mind in the least.
CHAPTER XVIII
THE MORNING AFTER
The very best part of every Green Valley doing is talking it over the
morning after.
Nobody even pretended to work the morning after the minister's party.
Dell Parsons never even brushed out her lovely hair that morning; just
wound it round her head in two big braids and went through the little
gate in the hedge to talk it over with Nan Turner.
She found Nan standing over a steaming dishpan, stirring the dishes
about absent-mindedly with the pancake spoon. At the sight of Dell she
turned her back on the cluttered sink.
"Dell, I'm only just beginning to take in the meaning of what that
little neighbor girl of ours said last night. Why, Dell Parsons, we've
both been born in this here town; we're only twenty-two miles out from
the heart of one of the world's greatest cities and we've never sensed
the true meaning of this thing they call woman suffrage and
prohibition.
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