I am fond of remembering them as I saw them first: the Topladys, that great Mis' Amanda, ponderous, majestic, and suggesting black grosgrain, her beaming way of whole-hearted approval not quite masking the critical, house-wife glances which she continually cast; and little Timothy, her husband, who, in company, went quite out of his head and could think of nothing to say save "Blisterin' Benson, what I think is this: ain't everything movin' off nice?"
"Friendship Village"
Zona Gale
Women were regally trailing grosgrain and watered-silk skirts over the soft, red carpet.
"Their Son; The Necklace"
Eduardo Zamacois