Mrs. Blewett smiled again , with double distilled contempt for such simplicity . `` Well , it 's a good thing you 're so sure of it , I suppose . If 't was my daughter that was coming back to White Sands , after three years of fashionable life among rich , stylish folks , and at a swell school , I would n't have a minute 's peace of mind . I 'd know perfectly well that she 'd look down on everything here , and be discontented and miserable . '' `` YOUR daughter might , '' said Old Man Shaw , with more sarcasm than he had supposed he had possessed , `` but Blossom wo n't . '' Mrs. Blewett shrugged her sharp shoulders . `` Maybe not . It 's to be hoped not , for both your sakes , I 'm sure . But I 'd be worried if 't was me . Sary 's been living among fine folks , and having a gay , exciting time , and it stands to reason she 'll think White Sands fearful lonesome and dull . Look at Lauretta Bradley . She was up in Boston for just a month last winter and she 's never been able to endure White Sands since . '' `` Lauretta Bradley and Sara Shaw are two different people , '' said Sara 's father , trying to smile . `` And your house , too , '' pursued Mrs. Blewett ruthlessly . `` It 's such a queer , little , old place . What 'll she think of it after her aunt 's ? I 've heard tell Mrs. Adair lives in a perfect palace . I 'll just warn you kindly that Sary 'll probably look down on you , and you might as well be prepared for it . Of course , I suppose she kind of thinks she has to come back , seeing she promised you so solemn she would . But I 'm certain she does n't want to , and I do n't blame her either . ''
Even Mrs. XXXXX had to stop for breath , and Old Man Shaw found his opportunity .
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