I wouldn't know. No Compson would. We wouldn't understand "perfect family" if it had itself signed by a notary and delivered to our parlor.

[He pulls more decorations out of the box and starts to hang them, haphazardly and with no regard for spacing or aesthetics, on the nearest branches.]

Mother always made such a fuss about getting Ben dressed up, as if he knew what day it was, but then she'd give the n- the servants the day off and there wouldn't be no one to fit him in those awful rags she called his Sunday best. The whole day was a circus, every time. I don't recall a single year it wasn't.