The Cecil Whig., 1910-09-10
NANCY AND / TAKE A
TRIP TO BETTERTON

1T is queer. isn't it?" said Nancy,
apropos OF nothing. as she sat, Jap
anese fashion a ia neg!igee on the
bed, running some pale blue ribbon
through a lazy bit OF lingerie
whats queer?" sal |, glaring in
dignantiy from the glass where was
most deeply interested in the gentle.
art of arranging artistically the num-
erous puffs composing my coiffure, to
the representative bit OF childish inno-
cence seated with such unconscious
coquettishness upon the bed. How
ever, no matter how deep conver-
sation or how impatient an occupa-
tion you may be wildly pursuing, when
Nancy chooses to say her soft little
say, every one naturally stops and just
as naturally listens eagerly. Indeed,
that is the only fault | have to find
with Nancy; for even though your
mouth were full OF pins or chocolate
buds or you were following Gwendo
lyn and Harold az they wandered
through the deep penetrating forest in
some fascinating Oriental country, she
would always ask you some fool ques-
ton, thus causing you quite naturally
to swallow the pins and buds or else
lose the fair Gwendolyn and the raw
ishing Harold, to answer her usually
inane but endearing foolish remark
And so it was, frowningly and be-
begrudgingly asked: Whats queer?"
why, said she, to go back to her
question, pausing for a moment to
raise her big brown eyes to mine,
why the way girls take SO much
pains and trouble with their dress and
especially with their hair. when they
know they are about to embark on a
sailing party, realizing full well that
they aren't on the boat mile before
they look like so many rag dolls. Now
take us, for instance, here we are
primping and fooling, and even going
so far as to carry out color schemes:
blue linen suit, blue hair ribbon,
everything blue. Think OF it. Isn't
it foolish?"
"Well," said IL always did have
the reputation Of being matter-of-fact
and commonplace know one thing;
if you aren't ready in your blue color
scheme in five minutes, I'm going
without you because it is now three
twenty, and we are due to leave at
that shopworn advice | finished pin
ming my collar and grabbing up a
handkerchief, left her to get the lunch
boxes and wraps together. By that
time it was three thirty-hve, and just
then Nancy, rosy and radiant, de-
scended and we forthwith started for
the wharf, OF course, we were the last
ones, and consequently were hailed
with many obviously delightful cheers.
Then we were off to Betterton. Have
you ever taken the trip from Elkton
to Betterton? No? Well, all | have
to say is that you have missed just
half your life 1t is most delightful
moving picture in which YOU are a
most delightful actor, and when we
were finally settled and had all made
ourselves comfy. which incidentally,
is the only etiquette sailing party
ever recognizes, even Nancy could
not resist the charm OF the ever NOV
ing and changing panorama OF coun-
try as we buoyantly bobbed along on
the sunlit waves.
Did you ever see such a perfect
day" said Nancy, squirting her eyes
and looking through a tanglewood OF
lashes, but deed I'm starved to
death, an dthe sunlight sparkling on
the dancing little waves like so many
diamonds hurts my eyes: ] wish I'd
worn colored glasses
At the vision OF Nancy III colored
glasses. however, laughed aloud,
then casually remarked that OF course
she would never have brought any
other color than blue to carry out
her color scheme, at which remark
she did not deign an answer, but walk
ed up TO The front OF the boat where
she csconsed herself on the floor, and
proceeded to indulge in her iavorite
pastime Of nibbling at a bon-bon and
talking with her eyes 1t the same time
Left to myself, | became more and
more impressed with the beauties Of
nature so grandly and vividly portray
ed, and each and every mile our little
engine chugged away, grew more
beautiful and picturesque # such were
possible. We had now reached Town
Point, which, with its smooth, yellow
beach brought out very vividly by a
background OF huge cliffs on the tops
of which tall sombre looking trees
rear their stately heads to the sky, is
a most ideally situated place. We
chugged on, however. and presently
the aroma, OF coffee persistently arose,
which soon resulted in supper. And
such things to eat! Enough to tempt
the most delicate palate in existence.
Coffee, good, too, sandwiches, all
kinds, mostly, chicken galore, deviled