![]() If she chanced to bat her eyes or yawn or shift a little in the chair, they'd poke one another in the ribs and haw and guffaw. White folks and colored, too, stood in clumps staring at her. Grandpa was really pleased, for Miss Love in the store window was a sight to behold. She'd be a statue till she had to scratch or something, then come outside for a few minutes and talk to folks about the latest in motorcar fashions. Sat in the store window nearly all day, wearing a veil, a duster, and a frozen smile. Soon as the weather got cooler, Miss Love turned herself into a big doll. Them big dolls cost too much to think about, much less buy." But that wasn't the end of it. Grandpa said, "Thet's jest fol-de-rol and foolish-ment. ![]() Miss Love did what the man in New York called "pushing the merchandise." For one thing, she wanted to order a lady mannequin for the store window and dress it up in a linen duster and dust veil like one she saw at the Cadillac agency in New York City. It was my job to give a driving lesson every Saturday after our drawing. While Grandpa did the talking, Papa and I did the driving people around. ![]()
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