Bailey didn't look up from his reading so she wheeled around then and faced the children's mother, a young woman in slacks, whose face was as as broad and innocent as a cabbage and was tied around with a green head-kerchief that had two points on the top like rabbit's ears.
She was sitting on the sofa, feeding the baby his apricots out of a jar. "The children have been to Florida before," the old lady said. "You all ought to take them somewhere else for a change so they would see different parts of the world and be broad.
They never have been to east Tennessee.