ABSTRACT
The next morning I looked at the sideboard as I did as soon as I en tered the dining room. It was piled higher than I had ever seen it with cutout trousers and jackets. At night the sideboard bore finished clothes; in the morning cut-out ones. I played to myself that the garments un made themselves at night, just as Penelope had unraveled her weaving. I had barely finished my breakfast when Mother said, “Manie, we will not wait until eight o’clock. We’ll have your lesson right away. Betsey is going to marry Jo Burt.” I wanted to shout, “I knew it, I knew it!” I had seen Aunt Lucy’s girl walking with the half-white Jo, but did not inter rupt.
