St. Johnsbury Caledonian. [volume] (St. Johnsbury, Vt.) 1867-1919, 1911-02-15
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yarns about l. Oh./good mornin'.
Cap'n cyrus! How do you dor
The captain grunted an answer to
the effect that he was bearing up
Pretty we'll considering. There was a
scowi on his face and he spoke little
as. holding Emily by the hand, he led
the way home. That evening he
dropped in at the perfect boarding
house and begged % know if Mrs.
Bangs had any fashion books around
that she didn't want
Il agaZineS with pic
lures of women's buds in 'em,' he
stammered in explanation. "Bos'n
likes to look at 'em- She's great on
fashion books, Bos'n isl
Keturah got together a half dozen
numbers of the Home Dressmaker and
other periodicals of a similar nature.
The captain took them under his arm
and departed, whispering to Mr.. It'd
dit as he passed the latter in the
hall:
Come up by and by, Ase. l want
to talk to you Bring Bailey along.
If you can do it without startin' d.
vorce proceedin's.''
Later. when the trio gathered in the
Whitaker sitting room, Captain Cy
produced the fashion books" and
spoke concerning them.
"You see.'' he said. "EPve been
thinkin' that Bos'n-Emfly, that is
want rugged exactly the way she
ought to be. Have you fellers noticed
itY'
His friends seemed surprised. Nei-
Their was ready with an immediate an
swer, so the captain went on.
Course | don't mean she amt got
canvas enough to cover her spars,"
he explained, 'fbut what she has got
has seen considerable weather, and it
seemed to me twas pretty nigh time
to haul her into drydock and refit.
That's why borrowed these maya
zines Of Ketury. I've been lookin'
them over, and there seems to be plen-
ty of riggin' for small craft. The only
thing is l don't know what's the right
cut for her build Bailey, you're
married man. You ought to know
Bomethin' about women's clothes.
What do you think of this. now?"
He opened one of the magazines and
pointed to the picture of young girl.
with waspy waist and illiputian
feet. who. arrayed in founces and
furbelows, was toddling gingerly down
fight of marble steps. She carried
a parasol in one hand. and the other
held the end of chain to which a
long haired dog was attached.
The town clerk and his companion
inspected the young lady with DELHI
Grafton and interest.
well. what do you say?" demanded
Captain Cy.
81 don't care much for them kind OF
dogs" observed Asaph thoughtfully.
Good land! You don't s'pose they
heave the dog in with the clothes for
good measure. do you? Bailey, what's
your opinion?"
Mr.. Bangs looked wise.N
II should say" he said-"yes. sir. l
should say that was real stylish rig
out. Only thing is that girl is consid-
er'ble less feshy than Emily. This
one looks to me as If she was breakin'
in two amidships. Still, s'pose likely
the buds don't come ready made, so
they could be let out soWe to fit.
What's the price Of a suit like that.
Whit"
Afternoon gown for miss Of six
teen" he read. "Humph! That settles
that first crack Bos'n amt but half
of sixteen"
Anyway" put in Asaph, ''you need
somethin' she could wear forenoons if
she wanted to. What's this one? She
looks young enough"
The lone" referred to turned out to
be a "coat for child Of four" 1t was
therefore scornfully rejected. One
after another the different magazines
were examined and the pictures dis
cussed- At length a costume for miss
of eight years. was pronounced to be
pretty nearly the thing.
Godfrey scissors!' exclaimed the
admiring Mr.. Tidditt. That's mighty
swell, amt it? What's the stuff goes
into that, Cy?"
Material. batiste, trimmed with
embroidered batiste.' What in time is
batiste?'
81 don't. know. Do you, Bailey?"
mo, never heard of it. Ketury
never had nothin' like that. I'm sure.
French, l shouldn't wonder. Well,
Ketury's down on the French ever
sence she read about Napoleon leavin'
his fust wife to take up with another
woman. Does it say any more?
Lets see Makes beautiful gown
for. evening or summer wear. Sum-
mer! Why, by the big dipper, we're
aground again! Bos'n don't want sum-
mer clothes It's comm on winter"
He threw the magazine on the floor,
rubbed his forehead and then burst
into a laugh.
For goodness sake, don't tell any
body about this business, boysY' he
said. 81 guess l must be havin' an
early spring of second childhood. But
when l heard those women at tie
meetin' house goin' on about how