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.” I hadn’t meant to be funny, but the ladies laughed.
My cheeks grew hot as I realized my mistake, but Miss Maudie looked gravely down at me. She never laughed at me unless I meant to be funny.
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