“ Well, Miss,” said Honey tartly, her voice rising, “you must be blind.”
“ Hush, Honey,” hissed the voice of Sally Munroe. “They’ll hear you all over the house!”
Honey lowered her voice but went on.
“ Well, you saw how she was carrying on with every man she could get hold of — even Mr. Kennedy and he’s her own sister’s beau. I never saw the like! And she certainly was going after Charles.” Honey giggled self-consciously. “And you know, Charles and I—”
“ Are you really?” whispered voices excitedly.
“ Well, don’t tell anybody, girls — not yet!”
There were more gigglings and the bed springs creaked as someone squeezed Honey. Melanie murmured something about how happy she was that Honey would be her sister.
“ Well, I won’t be happy to have Scarlett for my sister, because she’s a f
