But she remembered the little Miss Jessamine, the Miss Jessamine with the -conspicuous- hair. Her aunt, the big Miss Jessamine, said it was her only fault. The hair was clean, was abundant, was glossy, but do what you would with it, it never looked like other people's. And at church, after Saturday night's wash, it shone like the best brass fender after a Spring cleaning. In short, it was conspicuous, which does not become a young woman-especially in church. Those were worrying times altogether, and the Green was used for strange purposes. A political meeting was held on it with the village...