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The
gentle
hum
of
ladies
’
voices
grew
louder
as
she
opened
the
door
:
"
Why
,
Alexandra
,
I
never
saw
such
charlotte
.
.
.
just
lovely
.
.
.
I
never
can
get
my
crust
like
this
,
never
can
.
.
.
who
’
d
’
ve
thought
of
little
dewberry
tarts
.
.
.
Calpurnia
?
.
.
.
who
’
da
thought
it
.
.
.
anybody
tell
you
that
the
preacher
’
s
wife
’
s
.
.
.
nooo
,
well
she
is
,
and
that
other
one
not
walkin
’
yet
.
.
.
"
They
became
quiet
,
and
I
knew
they
had
all
been
served
.
Calpurnia
returned
and
put
my
mother
’
s
heavy
silver
pitcher
on
a
tray
.
"
This
coffee
pitcher
’
s
a
curiosity
,
"
she
murmured
,
"
they
don
’
t
make
‘
em
these
days
.
"
"
Can
I
carry
it
in
?
"
"
If
you
be
careful
and
don
’
t
drop
it
.
Set
it
down
at
the
end
of
the
table
by
Miss
Alexandra
.
Down
there
by
the
cups
’
n
things
.
She
’
s
gonna
pour
.
"
I
tried
pressing
my
behind
against
the
door
as
Calpurnia
had
done
,
but
the
door
didn
’
t
budge
.
Grinning
,
she
held
it
open
for
me
.
"
Careful
now
,
it
’
s
heavy
.
Don
’
t
look
at
it
and
you
won
’
t
spill
it
.
"
My
journey
was
successful
:
Aunt
Alexandra
smiled
brilliantly
.
"
Stay
with
us
,
Jean
Louise
,
"
she
said
.
This
was
a
part
of
her
campaign
to
teach
me
to
be
a
lady
.
It
was
customary
for
every
circle
hostess
to
invite
her
neighbors
in
for
refreshments
,
be
they
Baptists
or
Presbyterians
,
which
accounted
for
the
presence
of
Miss
Rachel
(
sober
as
a
judge
)
,
Miss
Maudie
and
Miss
Stephanie
Crawford
.
Rather
nervous
,
I
took
a
seat
beside
Miss
Maudie
and
wondered
why
ladies
put
on
their
hats
to
go
across
the
street
.
Ladies
in
bunches
always
filled
me
with
vague
apprehension
and
a
firm
desire
to
be
elsewhere
,
but
this
feeling
was
what
Aunt
Alexandra
called
being
"
spoiled
.
"
The
ladies
were
cool
in
fragile
pastel
prints
:
most
of
them
were
heavily
powdered
but
unrouged
;
the
only
lipstick
in
the
room
was
Tangee
Natural
.
Cutex
Natural
sparkled
on
their
fingernails
,
but
some
of
the
younger
ladies
wore
Rose
.
They
smelled
heavenly
.
I
sat
quietly
,
having
conquered
my
hands
by
tightly
gripping
the
arms
of
the
chair
,
and
waited
for
someone
to
speak
to
me
.
Miss
Maudie
’
s
gold
bridgework
twinkled
.
"
You
’
re
mighty
dressed
up
,
Miss
Jean
Louise
,
"
she
said
,
"
Where
are
your
britches
today
?
"
"
Under
my
dress
.
"
