Chapter 32

Virginia, tucking silk stockings into the pocket of her traveling bag, said, “Cheer up, we will be back on Tuesday.” “But it won’t be the same,” Mary Lee persisted. “The gobble-uns will git you, Jinny, or the witches. It’s that silver witch I am afraid of—for Rickey.” Virginia straightened up and looked at her. “She isn’t half as nice as you are, Mary Lee. And Rickey’s sensible enough to know it.” “Rickey isn’t sensible. No temperamental person is. And he’s going to suffer—” There was a great change in Mary Lee. Sh…