She was twisting the key in the lock. She looked up and smiled at him when she recognized him. Bat tugged his hat brim and greeted, “Evenin’, Miss Leta. How’s the bonnet comin’?” “I’ve gotten it about half done,” She said as she dropped the door key in her black receptacle and pulled the draw strings tight. “I'm glad you came by. I've wanted to ask you if there is any special trim you would like sewn on the bonnet to dress it up?” “I reckon I should just leave that up to ya seein’ as how I’m not much to know those things,” Bat said. “Well, I won’t keep ya. It’s supper time.” “That it is,” Leta said. “Wait a minute, Bat.” She tapped her lips. “Say, I have an idea. I feel as if I owe you a meal. Why don’t you come home with me for supper? We can discuss what I can do special to dress up your bonnet. I can show you some choices of trim which might spark an idea about what this special woman of yours would be partial to.” “Don’t want to have ya go to any trouble on my account,”
