"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 fast piece if ev
