Carrying the pink sunbonnet, down she went in search of something to eat.
The hall was full of smoke and its air seemed greasy with the odor of frying.

She found that dinner was about to be served.

A girl in blue calico skirt and food-smeared, sweat-discolored blue jersey ushered her to one of the tables in the dining-room.
"There's a gentleman comin'," said she.

"I'll set him down with you.

He won't bite, I don't reckon, and there ain't no use mussin' up two tables." There was no protesting against two such arguments; so Susan presently had opposite her a fattish man with long oily hair and a face like that of a fallen and dissipated preacher.