At the Age of Eve

Somewhere in the early fall, about the time for green tomatoes to be made up into pickle, there is the excitement of seeing the new public school teachers file into town, and if you happen to be buying a hat at the millinery store any time within the next few weeks you can hear a complete description of each teacher. One paints her face until it's mottled, you are told; another has blond hair and brunette eyebrows, so she must have been on the stage; a third evidently has seen «better days,» for she wears a diamond ring on her little finger! There is only one more astonishing thing than the way the women of the village talk about these teachers, and that is the way the men marry them!