The Pacific commercial advertiser. [volume] (Honolulu, Hawaiian Islands) 1885-1921, 1906-03-11
The Cake That Mrs. Rumsey Gave


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/ grimiy. "Percival, FIorena. Ma Belle.
Amorette." she paused, William.
Thomas. Henry
Mrs. RumseE always divided them
that way. The first group We're named
when, still young and enthusiastic, she
dreamed OF worldwide fame for her
children, the second after she resolved
TO be satisfied if they grew up re-
spectacle.
Well, I'm sure they're very nice
children and real pretty behaved. too.
but they must be a sight OF care and
- Do tell, Isn't that the carving
knife that ones got in his hand? Il
always did make me nervous to see
child with a carving knife
Mrs. Runsey deprived Rolling Thun-
der of his scalping knife.
Now, see just what a mux you re
in, and 1 won't stay another minute"
Miss Hunt rose to button up her coat.
IF you thought you could give some
thing and you're going to sponge to-
night you might make up a Tin of bis
cult. We We're saying yesterday aft
ernoon it's really surprising what good
biscuit you make out of all water
Il don't believe 1 better promise
anything replied Mrs. Rumsey.
shooing off Tommy. who had returned
for a farewell look at his enchantress.
I'm pretty well driven just now.
that's a fact I don't know that we're
objects of pity, though''-her voice be-
came bitter-''if we aren't so rich as
the Bottoms
Percivars erraDd boy for Peck &
Quinby. and FlorelIa's a splendid little
dishwasher, and the next two are old
enough to help with the others. and
as to the whooping cough-why, there's
only five got it and I'm glad they're
having it, SOS to get it done up. I
guess if I can stand it the ladies can
Miss Hunt was genuinely amazed.
You don't mean to say you're hurt?
Why. they didn't one of them mean a
mite of harn-that is unless Mrs. Boil
ton did. Well, I wouldn't care for her.
She thinks she can ride over every
one" Miss Hunt tossed her head and
spoke spitefully, for she herself had
served as roadbed for Mrs. Bottoms
chariot wheels. Since they built that
new house she rings right in with Mrs.
Judge Thornton and that State street
set
She's certainly got a lovely house.
though She glanced obviously at the
ostentatious house visible through the
parlor window we got to talking of
her at the meeting-she had to go home
early-had work to do, she said.
Mrs. Sparks said she probably
thought some dust had settled while
she was out, but guess it wasn't that.
Anyway. she went home early, and the
conversation sort of turned on her"
Miss Hunt instinctively lowered her |
voice, as though Mrs. Bolton could hear
through her neighbours walls
They say she's got that house chuck
full OF stun-burntwood and hand |
painted china and drawn work, and so !
many sofa cushions you can't sit on |
her sofas. And they say she's so par
ticular that she turns all her mat |
tresses every day, even in the spare |
rooms, and she puts two clean sheets |!
on her bed every week. Miss Hunt /
warmed to her subject. And her |
hardwood floors shine like a bottle.
They tell me she's got rugs down, /
and she makes Mr.. Bolton jump from |
rug to rug. Mrs. Sparks saw him and !
she said he went through the house |
just like a kangaroo"
Mrs. Bolton is very good house |
keeper" Mrs. Rumsey forced herself |
to say.
We'll. must say L think she's too |
hifalutin' for any use Miss Hunt |
was in full tide now Il think it's |
too much to hemstitch your dish |
towels and put monogram on 'em.
Il hear she's got set for every day |
in the week. embroidered in different |
colors. Mrs Sparks says Her |
voice trailed off and her gaze became |
fixed. My goodnessi What are those |
things?''
Mrs. Rumsey followed the direction |
of her eyes. Two constantly lengthen- |