Sunday noon
Much has been written about the unwed , middle-aged woman ; her fussiness , her primness , her angularity of mind and body . In the male that same fussiness develops , and a certain primness , too . But he grows flabby where she grows lean . Every Thursday evening he took dinner at Eva 's , and on Sunday noon at Stell 's . He tucked his napkin under his chin and openly enjoyed the home-made soup and the well-cooked meats . After dinner he tried to talk business with Eva 's husband , or Stell 's . His business talks were the old-fashioned kind , beginning : `` Well , now , looka here .