"Dabney smiled at Aunt Tempe, who had been going to Delta dances for thirty years.
She had never put on her grown-up mind, Dabney thought fondly— as if her grown-up mind were a common old house dress Aunt Tempe would never want to be caught in. She did not want to be venerated…Dabney ran after her and kissed her soft, warm cheek. You never had to grow up if you were spoiled enough. It was comforting, if things turned out not be what you thought…”