Rock Island Argus. (Rock Island, Ill.) 1893-1920, 1908-10-06

planned.
as it fancy dress for little girl?"
1 asked puzzled.
For little girl about your size.
Why. you funny child, it's your bath
| ing dress. | had to get it and all the
other things ready made, for there
wasn't time for anything more than
| having them altered to your measure
ment if they were TO be ready for
your birthday
ooh, Sally, are they all for me?'
"Well, they're for nobody else. IT.
| your birthday"
OF course l told her she was as
| angel. and so she was, quite an excep
| tional kind of an angel. and l kissed
her and was saying great many
things when she stopped me. $50 glad
you like them, deah. But now we
must be moving if we're to have our
bath this morning Louise can't leave
| Katherine, but We'll have one of the
other maids come with our things. It's
| getting late"
1 felt frightfully. at is late. isn't
it," said 1 hopefully, looking at my
watch. Perhaps it's too late to go
this morning, after ALL
| "Not bit of it," said Sally. "Come
along
| I'm not sure but that I'd better stop
in if Mir. Parker thinks Mrs. Stuyve
! sant-KnOX would want me TO-" / fioun-
dered on
| "She won't mind-not much, any
way. if we don't take you to the Cast
no without her." Sally tried to reassure
me. But her eyes had begun to twin
kle.
Don't you think she might? There
are a lot of letters l ought
Now, child. out with it. Don't you
like the bathing dress?'
"Oh. 1 admire it immensely I STAN
mered. ats like "a picture. Butt
can't see myself wearing it. That is,
/ can't bear to think of any one else
seeing me wear it,"
Sally went off into a fit of musical
southern laughter. "YOu poor baby.
l forgot the shock it might be to you
if you're accustomed only to English
bathing clothes. They certainly are
the limit! Have you never been to
lTrouville or Osterd?"
| l shook my head, sad at having to
seem ungrateful. But how could l
help it?
i well, thsy have this kind there.
and so they do here. Everybody has
it. My prettiest one is much like
yours, only it's poppy colored. Kath-
crimes is cornfiower blue this year,
and she's got black one and lilac
one. When you see all the others
prancing about in the same sort of
things you won't feel bit funny"
l was far from sure that / should
attain to such a peaceful state of
mind as not to "feel funny" But Sal
ly had called me baby, and had to
redeem myself from that aspersion at
any price. So / tried to compose my
countenance over a beating heart and
think about other things on the way
to the beach, as you do if you are go,
ing to the dentists.
Potter went with us, though l sup.
posed that when we came to the end
he would bid US goodby and trot off to
the place where the men bathed, wher
ever that might be. Our things had
been taken on ahead by a servant OF
two, and we walked, as the day was
: perfect, and I was thankful to get 9
little exercise.
We met a great many people whom
Sally and Potter knew, and just as
Potter had said, "Here we are at Bal
ley's beach," that handsome Mrs
Pitchley and her stepdaughter, will
Mr.. Doremus came up. They called
. to us, so we stopped to speak, and
! was pleased, because I'd been wanting
to know them. We were introduced
and was wondering what Mrs. Els:
! Kay would do il she could see us chat
: ting with the Pitchleys in sight of al
Newport when a little thin man, look
: ing perfectly furious, with a striped
! bathing suit rolled up under his arm
: came hopping along toward US as If b,
!, were cricket ball that somebody hat
! batted off the beach.
His panama hat was on the back o.
l his head. His single eyeglass on iii
chain was flying out behind him il
the breeze. and my first thought wa
: how comical he looked. My second
ID as he came nearer, was somethin.
n quite different.
u "Why, Mohunsleigh"' 1 cried
He stopped hopping so abruptly tina
e he stumbled ard nearly fell down.
L Hello. Bettyw he growled, haulin,
3 off his hat as il he hated the bottle
~ of doing it. where did you sprin:
y fromT'
d. "Eome Where on earth did 70,
" spring from?" echoed.
:. They've sprung me off their beast
!. " beach," said he, glaring and stickin,
:. in his eyeglass. Then he almost waved
~ his hideous little bathing suit at me
Wouldn't let me battle, the FOUNDERS!
. Wouldn't let you bathe%
"a NO. sid: You can't get in her
a This bea.l: is for millionaires.' II
70 blest if l don't shake the sand off N
70 feet as soon as can pack up and g,
], cut"
mo, no. Don't do that" begge
- there's some mistake perhaps
"a mo. there isn't" said he. I'm nj