The Arvada enterprise., 1911-10-05

rive / get news of other arrivals. The
Simpsons. says the milkman as he
measures out quart, came yester-
day The Simpsons are attractive peo-
pie from Indiana Dear mel ! say.
I must go down and see the Simpsons
soon!'
Larchmere is OPEN announces
the iceman. The Larches got here
today and Mrs. Larch's sisters come
with her.
"'Really!' | comment I always
her
Presently find that the Desslers.
the Morges. the Ryans and the PUNK
etts have all come That means a
whole row of cottages scattered over
4 milo OF shore that must be Wis
tied.
Luckily, | am too busy cleaning
house to 20 for few days, but pres
emily there isn't any excuse. The day
Of making summer calls Is always
roasting hot, and tho perspiration
trickles down my face as | attire my
self in dressup' dress with one long.
ing eye on the hammock and n pile of
new magazines. I Just hate this!'
groan from time to time.
Then | start out holding my skirts
away from the brambles and grasses
and wish | owned launch. so that /
might arrive properly instead of ap-
pearing red faced and struggling of
hair and dusty as BELTS the children
Of poverty who have to walk along a
country road. i negotiated the en-
tire mile, taking the Larches first, be-
cause they arc the farthest away. Usu'
ally when / Chamber over the stile
snag the lace on my best pettlcoat
and catch my hair on tile thorns OF
the roses over II.
This puts me in an amiable frame
OF mind as | seek the front entrance.
There is nobody in sight when
knock | knock again and step inside
the porch screens and there is n
smothered shrek from the farther
hammock, and strange figure springs
into sight 1t turns out to be Mrs
Larch In ldmono with her hair In
curriers' around her face and blink
ing eyes.
"'Oh!' she gets out with n hand on
her heart How you frightened me!
I washed my hair and was taking q
nap-sl didn't expect any one-that Is
I'm glad to see you! Do sit DOWN.!
.tt try IN In
q sprightly manner while Mrs. Larch
hates me violently for catching her
looking so dlsreputable. She even
hasn't her eyebrows on, and 1t does
make u difference. | escape breath
ing hard amid ordinations of DC
come again! So good of you to droI
in!'
"The Desslers have gone to town
and no one Is at home but a maiden
aunt, who insists on telling me about
the case of measles she had 80 years
ago.
81 find Mrs. Plunkett and her moth
Or pu.ing up strawberries. very hot
and stained and plainly afraid that
something in the kitchen is going tc
boil over I haven't had time TO dress
or anything since ! same, says Mrs
Plunlet, argrievedly cycling my fresl
frock. i've been so dreadfully
busy! didn't realize people hat
begun to CALI Oh! the jams burn
ing!'
"Mrs. Ryan came down after q
minute wait and insisted violently
that didn't waken her-she was Jus
thinking OF getting up. She smoth
srs six yawns before she finally get.
her eyes open.
AT the Plunketts Mr. Plunkett, In q
muddy paid of oyeralls. is digging II
the back yard. Elsie Plunkett |.
washing her hair and Mrs. Plunkett II
q faded year-before-last work dress IL
wedding her nasturtium bed very fraz
sled and warm looking
"'My goodnessl' she cries at sigh
of me. If I'd expected callers-I lool
terrible
"When | get back home. wrccl
from the long. hot walk and the crush
ing sense of having burst upon hI'f
dozen families who didn't want com
pany In the least, | say: Thank good
ness that's done!' and hastily get into
a kimono and the hammock.
"Then for the next month | have
Mrs. Plunkett, Mrs. Dessler, Mrs
Iarch and all the others dropping fl
on me In their filmiest gowns and they
always come when am asleep wash
ing my bair or clad In something thai
4. sight. smile and tell then
how glad / am to sec them and how
nerfec,ly lovely is was Of them &c
.a,,n and after they are gone ! sny: