Without a moment's hesitation she said, "I know what
we'll do. Both you boys will wear your uniforms. You are more
used to them and you'll feel more at home in them. And the girls
will just go wild about those uniforms. They are exactly the
thing to wear."
Before the big event, she got me off to herself and after some
preliminaries, asked, "Andrew, do your parents have liquor on the
table or in the home?" I said they did not have any that I knew
of.
She asked, "Did you ever taste whiskey or champagne?" I said I
had never tasted either--that I had never seen any champagne.
The good woman fairly beamed. She was getting real enjoyment out
of the interview. She then told me there would be worlds of
champagne served at the banquet. Waiters would keep refilling the
glasses. Older people might get a little tipsy. . . She told me
many things. She said that at the first serving of the champagne
we might all rise for a toast. My girl (for whom she had
arranged) and I would sort of intertwine our wrists and glasses
and she would take a sip out of my glass, but of course I would
sip none of hers--that champagne was quite potent and might
creep-up on one not used to it. . .
Before the interview was over, she had become my monitor and my
excellent, trustworthy and good friend.
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