"I don't want to
be seen running with her."
"Did you see the square emerald she wore last night?"
"Fake. I know the clerk at the Synthetic Jewelry Company had it made up
for her. She's cheap, I tell you. Promiscuous. Who ever heard of anybody
standing back of her? She knocks around. She sells her old clothes to
Tessie, my manicurist. I've got a line on her. She's cheap."
Kitty, who lay with her face under a white mud of cold cream and her
little mouth merely a hole, turned on her elbow.
"We can't all be top-notchers, Hester," she said. "You're hard as
nails."
"I guess I am, but you've got to be to play this game. The ones who
aren't end up by stuffing the keyhole and turning on the gas. You've got
to play it hard or not at all. If you've got the name, you might as well
have the game."
"If I had it to do over again--well, there would be one more
wife-and-mother role being played in this little old world, even if I
had to play it on a South Dakota farm."
"'Whatever is worth doing is worth doing well,' I used to write in a
copy book.
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