Mother Mason

Mother sat in front of her Circassian walnut dressing table, her f--,
no, PLUMP form enveloped in a lavender and green, chrysanthemum-
covered, stork-bordered kimono, and surveyed herself in the glass.

Mother was Mrs. Henry Y. Mason, and in Springtown, Nebraska, when
one says "Henry Y." it conveys, proportionately, the same
significance that it carries when the rest of the world says "John
D."

It was eleven o'clock at night, which is late for Springtown.
Mother had set her bread before climbing, ra...