22/51 "I've grown old and wrinkled and yellow, though I ain't gray," with a swift glance at Mrs.Field's smooth curves of white hair. "You turned gray pretty young, didn't you, Esther ?" "Yes, I did." The old lady's front hair hung in dark-brown spirals, a little bunch of them against either cheek, outside her bonnet. She set them dancing with a little dip of her head when she spoke again. "I thought you did," said she. "Well, you're comin' over to my house, ain't you, Esther? |