Bubbers was standing on tiptoes, his wily face pressed against the bars of the entrance gate that led to a fine old Ken-tucky estate known as "Locust." In her fifties—Bubbers had—her— her—

Mattie and Bubbers talked of "low-cost this" and "low-cost that" until Edith, tracing diagrams in the dust with her cane, said, "Mattie, let's buy it and call it 'Low-cost'!" Bubbers—