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of singing Mimi at the Met. "Evelyn has always
confused life with an opera," explained Tracy at the
time. "But oh, gosh, Tracy, we'll miss her," said Beanie.
At Mount Holyoke, an elegant Bostonian had been
drawn into the gap of the Graces. Her name was Priss
(Priscilla) Hancock.
Soon, with her tall glamour (all chic and sharp
angles) and her ironic festiveness, Priss replaced the
absent moony Evelyn as Tracy's confidante. And
though the lacrosse-playing Beanie was not exactly
Priss's type, one could not be Tracy's friend without
taking along her childhood companion, rather like—as
Priss said to someone else—dragging out in public a
shy St. Bernard. So for four years Tracy, Beanie, and
Priss majored in French together and danced the foxtrot
and did their hair like Ann Sheridan. They all got
married to men who had been officers in the Second
World War. First Beanie eloped with Winslow
Abernathy, to her mother's disappointment (she'd
hoped for a big wedding) and relief (she'd feared
Beanie was too big to catch a man). Then Priss, in a
moment of spite against a professor with whom she was