of Aunt Tallyâs land before finally turning back.
Harry and Fair each took some of Susanâs finds as she was tottering. They turned off the old path, walked up the narrow deer path, emerging on top of a rolling, low foothill about a mile from Harryâs westernmost border. These three had grown up here. Dropped from a helicopter anywhere between the Afton Gap and Sugar Hollow, they could find their way home.
At the westernmost corner of Harryâs land, where it touched both the land of Blair Bainbridge and Aunt Tally, stood Blair and Little Mim. An old quince tree marked the spot where the three pieces of land touched one another.
Harry waved, little bits of dirt falling on her hair from the brown bottle she carried in her right hand. In her left she had a cobalt-blue medicine bottle. Blair and Little Mim, surprised to see them all, waved back.
Within minutes they were at the old quince tree.
âWhat are you all doing back here?â Blair said.
âLook!â Susan put down her pop bottle. âNehi. Now, when was the last time you saw that? Or Yoo-Hoo? And then Iâve got this old Pepsi bottle here. I mean, this oneâs even before Joan Crawford took over the company.â
âJoan Crawford ran Pepsi?â Little Mim thought that was odd.
âYes.â Susan, who avidly read movie-star biographies, supplied the information. âShe married the president of Pepsi, and when he died she took over. And look at this blue. Have you ever seen such a blue?â She pointed to the flat-sided cobalt-blue bottle that Harry carried.
âSusan, what do you intend to do with all this?â Little Mim, smiling, wondered.
âWash them out, put them on my windowsill, and Iâllââ
âMove them because you wonât be able to clean around them,â Harry finished her sentence.
âNo, I wonât. Iâll put stuff in to root.â
âI know what this is about,â Fair genially said. âNed will get so tired of the clutter, heâll finally build you that little greenhouse youâve always wanted.â
âHey, I never thought of that.â Susan brightened, then her smile faded. âNo, he wonât. Iâm getting the interior of the house painted. You canât believe how expensive it is. For just three rooms and the trim itâs almost eight thousand dollars.â
âBig rooms,â Harry simply said.
âHell, Harry, itâs not the Hall of Mirrors at Versailles. They arenât that big.â
âIf it were the Hall of Mirrors, Susan, you wouldnât need to get much painted.â
âWill you shut up.â Susan playfully put her hand over Harryâs mouth, which now had a dirt smear. âOops.â
âMaybe thatâs where the expression âEat dirtâ came from.â Blair laughed.
Harry wiped off her mouth, but a little of the grit lodged between her teeth. âYuck.â
âAre you checking your borders?â Fair asked Blair.
Little Mim answered for him. âHeâs trying to figure out how much land he really has, since this old place was always described as two hundred and thirty acres more or less.â
âSurveying costs so much that folks just approximated and no one at the courthouse much minded. Itâs such a nice piece of land.â Harry picked up a blade of grass to chew to get the earthy taste out of her mouth.
âRemember Herbieâs old uncle?â Little Mim recalled a slender gentleman, the last Jones to inhabit the farm.
âBryson,â Susan said. âHe was so courtly.â
âHe used to sit up in the family graveyard and read Greek. He had a wonderful faculty for languages but wasnât much of a farmer or businessman.â Fair had liked the old gentleman.
âUsed to drive the Rev crazy because he couldnât go to seminary and look after the farm, too. You keep the cemetery looking good for Herb,â Harry