The Press., 1909-08-25
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Rx VIRGINIA BLAIR.

have simply squandered piles of mOn- ey on gowns"
 The one you have oD is q beauty" Miss Priscilla said. You look like a roSe'
 Judy laughed. ',The rose and the daffodil." she sang. We belong in your garden. Aunt Pris.'' Miss Priscilla" said some one from the other side of the fence. may l have a rose from your garden?"
 ''I told you last night you couldn't, Bobbie." Judy retOrted.
 Don't QuarrPl.' Miss Priscilla eX- postulated. Come up presently and have lunch with me"
 As she left them Judy stood looking after the slender, old fashioned figure. Did she ever tell you about the daffo- dils, Bobbie?'
 "No"
 He was her lover and he went away and his name is Constantius MPr- cer."
 Do you know" Robbie said. there's a man at the hotel named Mercer-C. Mercer?'
 Judy grasped his hands across the fence. Robbie. boy" she said. sup pose it should be the same one-and suppose he is coming back here to look up Aunt Pris."
 ''She must have changed awfulIy in that time," Robbie said. "She-she isn't very pretty now. you know. Judy"
 "She's beautiful" Judy said defiant ly. Her hair is lovely and her eyes''-
 "COnstantius is probably old and bald and ugly-but of course that doesn't count"
 Well. one doesn't exactly look for beauty in man.
 If one did one might be disappOint- ed" Judy murmured pointedly. Then she went on. If it is Constantius he'll probably be over this evening. Robbie"
 Why"
 ''Because she said he always came at twilight. and-and lovers don't forget such things. Robbie"
 "Don't they:" Robbie demanded with some interest. Will you remember that l always came at high noon in time for lunch. Judy?"
 
 when they were at lunch, Pm going to get the dinner tonight and I want it late. Hobbies coming and I'm going to put on style"
 BobI:ie looked up in amaZement, but Judy's eye warned him. You are to come at T::5O." she said. "I want to show you what a fine cook l am.''
 After Robbie left Miss Priscilla pro- tested
 ."'Please." Judy began. let me get the dinner and and want to dress you up and have you play lady for once in your life. You are going to wear a pretty gown tonight" Judy said decid- edly. Come on upstairs and choose one, Aunt PriS.''
 Once in Judys room that enthusias- tic maiden dumped on the bed a dozen gowns before she found the one she sought.
 ''There." she said at last. as she took down fiuttering fluffy thing of pale yellow chiffon. Put that on and see how you look, Aunt Pris."
 "Oh, my dear" Miss Priscilla pro- tested. But Judy commanded. and soon Miss Priscilla was incased in the won- derful gown
 But yCur hairs wrong" Judy de- cided and pulled out hairpins and eurled and patted and puffed the shin ing brown locks into a wonderful coif- fure-topped with a gold comb.
 ''Why. it's just the way I used to wear it." Miss Priscilla said.
 And now you are to take book and go down to the garden seat and stay there until l call you to dinner"
 A half hour later Robbie appeared at the kitchen door.
 Judy" he said in an awed voice, "I didn't know clothes could make such difference"
 ''What?' asked Judy, abstracted. She was deep in the mysteries of  Miss Priscilla is down by the daffo- dil bed in a yellow gown, and she looks like a girl with her hair done that way And Constantius is headed l for the garden. He is a good looking old duffer. Judy"
 'I hope he has piles of money" Judy | said. 'I'll run back and dress" Robbie said. But I wish you'd let me get the Lady of the Roses if he gets My | Lady Daffodil, Judy"
 "Go way" said Judy, but her eyes were kind.
 There were golden shadows across he grass as Robbie vent toward the rate, and Miss PrisciIla's gown made | l spot of gold in the dusky corner