The sun. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1833-1916, 1899-02-26
GIRL BoARDERs, SUNDAY MORNING.
Confession ms to How They Spent tho limo
Ended with Ono Who Went to Church.

Ended with Ono who Went to Church.
After the 1 O'Clock Sunday dinner they
gathered In the reception room, and budding
around the radiator In an effort to keen warm
they commenced to talk.
What do you do OF a Sunday mornipgp'
asked the girl In blue OF the woman with the
yellow hair.
What do I do? Well. I generally mend my
stockings."
You don't mean that you darn them2"
Occasionally. yes. Why2"
What makes you do that? know an easi-
or way. / thread q needle with strong black
thread. run the thread all around the edge Of
the hole. you understand, Just like you would
gather a rufle. then draw It up tight so there
won't be any hole. tie the two ends in u double
knot, and there you are"
But doesn't it hurt your heel. all that
thread and stocking doubled up in a knot2'
Just the least bit" admitted the girl in
blue; but what difference does that make?
1t is so little trouble. II doesn't take half the
time that It, does to 90 boxing n long needle
through every other stitch and then cross
ways. making a fine lattice work like you do
when you darn. l didn't know that anybody
ever took time to darn nowadays. There are
so many other things to do"
How was 1t you did that?" asked a girl in q
red waist.
The other explained IL all over again.
1T seems a good way" acknowledged the
girl in the red waist. but / know a better
one"
Tell It. them demanded the other with an
offended air.
L just go to the drug store and get some
sticking plaster. not the kind you put in little
black patches on your chin 10 make your skin
look white. but regular surgeons plaster-it
Isn't black. but that doesn't matter. nobody
ever sees the heel Of your stocking unless you
faint. and l never f%aint-then / warm it and
stick it over the hole in the stocking. press 1t
Town hard about the edges Of the hole and that
covers 1t. It's lots easier than darning. 1
never darn"
I've done that. too" said another girl. Il
use all sorts Of plaster. If you don't happen
to have plaster right at hand a postage stamp
such whaling Bis. holes. Twas awfGuli f's sorry
when they quit using them"
And what do you do Of a Sunday morning.
asked the gil in blue Of the woman with the
First one thing and then another" she re-
piled. Now and then when / have been to a
little party s omewheFe In the house the night
dressing table; 1t takes me a full hour 10 20
the long neckties that get wrapped up in with
he false irizzes and things. putting :he collars
That's my regular SUNDAY lob; II don'tdoit
In nj! re b m0F1 hnS an no s + IN me al ahFte tpis morr,nen
new binding on the bottom Of my Skirt. I
stepped on IL coming upstairs the day before
yesterday and tore 1t a LITTLE. Then it Kept
on tearing and tearing until to look at me you
coming unravelled. l Inadvertently went
put on the street with It that way; Of course
ing up to me one at a time. whispering hoarse-
~: There's something torn about the bottom
~ occasionally do q little laundry work on
ohisis And neSRties and other little thiaEs.S'
the tai girl You see II You give your hand-
them back. and handkerchIefs cost money.
They aren't quite so bad about keeping the
fSt rIEt RGs s 6ns 5bSy s Swsp t them nr ar SitPdr and nd
bigger too little. or mismate them. or, boil
the the ! black j &c ones IS until they are a fine rich puE-
them out yourself If you want - Keep them
R Rbli way ey.r 9e os6tr or Te 60 on buying new ones
ing?" the inquIsitor asked q brown-eyed girl
ing was called to order.
II you'll promise not to tell" she began
,"Of course we won't tell" they exclaimed
with ono voice.
That IL. not until we find somebody to tell
1t to- added til girl In blue.
We'll; !, been playing %fantanS
The R.rl turned pale; Now. know YOU will
H. Ffss !s'' s5s5 I VIZ VI E!'h hadn't said a word.
weren't playing, fantan all by yourself. OF
at least
.'TheIe, we're four of us" she said. counting
1T serves you right. = said the woman with
the huty pompadour. for playing cards on
sunday"
A quiet young woman sat at n table horping
oyer the leaves of a hymn book. The girl Ia
blue looked up at her.
What have you been doinR?' she inquired
smilingly.
Il have been to church."
You have been TO church! !" thev echoed.
The girl, In the red waist leaned forward.
over again. I" she begged, and say il slow. Did
undeIstand you TO say that you had been to
Yes" replied the young woman. Il have
The girl IN blue crashed the arm of the wo-
She said she had been TO church,"