The Manchester journal. [volume] (Manchester, Vt.) 1861-current, 1905-06-22
IN RHoDA's ROOM.

shspt | help you, dear. David came
hale An hour ago. Mrs. Cox stepped on
the threshold 10 dismay. 0 Rhoda, what 3
dreadful room
The girl at the dres'inR-table laughed.
Isn't III Another good room gone wrong
But come In, mommy, come In. l que"
YOU can make 1t somehow. Jump! ia
like you to tie my sash, II you will, please.
Mrs. Co1's dtft fingers fashioned the broad
red ribbon into graceful bow, Ito fringed
ends falling to the hem Of Rhodas white
frock. Rhoda, with her head over her
shoulder, studied the tnlct In the glass.
You do tie just the stunningest bow, nom.
nv. abe commended. 10 my hair all
rlghis
IL looks very we'll, the mother decided,
But, desry, why don't ysu have place for
ever ,thirg, and
oh, | have. Rhoda insisted, with .
sxeepiog gesture Of both hands. This
dreising.tables It. think you'll md
every thing here, unless It's my other slip.
pe,. She thrust out foot clad only In .
red silk stocking. You don't happen to see
tha, other slipper anywhere, do you, Mrf.
Cox;
Where do you usually keep your clip
pers? that lldy aked.
Oh, / don't keep them anywhere! Rhods
walled. They won't stay. They'ie--what
do YOU call itf-nomadlc. found this one
under the bed.
Mrs. Cox kneit and peered under the bed
No. It isn't here, she iald but here Is your
blue veil, Rhods.
Mean thing Rhsda scolded. 1t just wrig'
giles under that bed every chance 1t gets
| I suppose I'll have to wear my black Slip
pers.
Her mother was searching the shoe-baG
on the closet door, See. she boasted
holding up red ihoe with . blk ihininl
buckle. But you really ought to be asham'
cd, dear.
am, sid Rhoda. looking crushed. tt
think Of shoe Of mine being found In
shoe. bag! 1t humlllates me. But dom
look 20 solemn, mommy, please I'm goinf
to reform. am. Tomorrow. You'll
see!
Hello shouted . voice at the foot Of tn
stairs. You weren't going to party to
night, were your
Yes, David, In one mlnutes RhodA call
ed. Now wonder where my red fan 10
Could It be 10 the thoc.bag, do you think
Mrs. Coxf
Or under the btds
Momny, I'm surprised. You're positive
lIy malicious, preached Rhods, who va
plo~irg through her dres'ing.tsole drswe
and tossing the contents in al directions
Where can the miserable thing btf
'Good.by, Dolly. must leave you san'
the voice below, thta'enirgly.
Rhods caught up q pslm-lsaf fan fror
the window seat. III take this, she said
She gave her mother . quick little hui
and tiss, and ran down the stairs. Oh
good evening, DAvi. she said, sersnely
Have you been wsi,ins' I'm 90 sorrJf
Only q little matter OF sn hour or two
sad David, politely. Bu, !, was wort,
Il. be added, taking her wrap and fan, sn
if We run I guess maybe We Gao get thef
In time for the last darc,.
Rhods laughed. Good night, mother
the cried. Nov please don't do anythin
10 that room. Jast turn the lights ou'
and /. won't show. And I'm going to n
form-.o-morrov
That seems TO have . sweet, fAmllis
sound, mused Mrs. Coz, who wAs stArdin
At The bead Of the stairs. l wonder whsr
could have heard Il before. Good nigh
my childreui Have the very best time 20
/ ever h.d In your lives again. And abe turr
ed back into the rio,t US room, where, sini
,re into the least epgsged chair, which
, tennis ssirt ard lace pstticoAt hospitAbl
.hsred with her, she considered the cond
lion Which confronted her. Where shoul
abe besirf
The stately old mshoesny chest sppesre
10 be suffering the most, oas Of its "a
slsu e.pdlss,icks Vas spoitivsiy nsuntlr
c,,uson cap, the other bore aiofs bI