Semi-weekly herald., 1912-05-20
Looking
After Things
but, James" protested Mrs. Bank

That was as far as she got. Her
husband turned on her an implacable
face. Not one world" he said. i've
got some sense If you haven't. and
guess ! can see case of nervous pros
tratlon coming on If you can'tl You
need rest, Elmlra, and you're going
to begin today. It's Sunday and
there's nothing special to do. and"
Mrs. Banket groaned. Nothing to
dol" she repeated. In faint sarcasm.
IF that isn't Just like man! Why"
We'll, then, I'm here to do 1t, am
not?" demanded Banket. You're
to stay in bed and sleep If you want
to, but at any rate you're not going to
get up. 1t isn't beyond a mere man
to run a dinky little house like this
one for one day!"
Well" said Mrs. Blanket, there's
lot to do and"
whats that?" Blanket demanded.
Indignantly, as shrieks arose from an.
other room.
IL think Thomas is pulling Ange.
lines hair" Mrs. Banket explained.
You'd better go and see!"
81 should think" he said, that you'd
have enough control over those young
hyenas so that they'd mind better
when they're spoken tot They have
absolutely no sense of respect for"
Something's burning In the kitch.
en- broke in Mrs. Blanket. You'll
have to go and See
Blanket went. 1t was the breakfast
oatmeal and Tilly was in highly dis
turbed state of mind. She was more
SO when Banket explained that the
mistress of the house would not be
visible that day.
Put wbat'll do?" Tilly asked She
was not strong ON meeting emergen
cies.
"Do?" repeated Blanket. 'Wh-what
do you usually do when the oatmeal
burns?"
ut never burned before" Tilly told
him, anxiously. when the meat
burned once, Mrs. Blanket she"
"We'll go without breakfast food
for once" Blanket said. with dignity
He felt proud of the inspiration. "And
I'll take up Mrs. Bankets, breakfast If
you'll fix it."
Mrs. Banket." explained Tilly pla.
cidly, 'she fix it herself!"
Blanket clumsily got things on the
tray, burned himself with the coffee
tripped on the stairs and stepped on
Angeline. who was crawling through
the upper hall on her hands and
knees. She explained indigna ntly that
she was caterpillar and that he had
"squashed" her. Blanket set down the
tray with slight bang Then be
spanked Angeline and attended to
Thomas, who was shrieking for the
exact location of his fresh underwear
You've got to learn us the text"
they both chirped to their father.
Thomas and Angeline were enjoy.
ing themselves greatly. Fathers
way of doing their hair was novel in
the extreme and they expected 10
cause excitement on their arrival al
Sunday school, When Blanket go,
them on he was putting and exhaust
ed.
You'll have to see what Tilly is do
ing to the dinner" Mrs. Blanket woke
up long enough to tell him. There's
to be fricasse, and tell her not to for.
get the biscuits, as she did last Sun.
day, nor the cranberry jelly. And I'm
sure | don't know what kind of salad
she can do by herself Or"
Blanket found Tilly in tears. "rhe
dessert" she explained, "he will not
get hard! In the icebox!"
Banket investigated Tilly opened
the icebox door to show him and then
screamed. The dish of gelatin she
had set on the Ice had slipped and top.
pied side up. what shall make
now?" Tilly walled. What shall
make now?"
Blanket swallowed hard. We've
will do without dessert today" he
said. Mrs. Blanket said something
about cranberry jelly-theres the
phone!"
''Why, of course!' Blanket cried
nobly over the phone. 'If you're down
this way to church come right on over
for dinner-glad to have you. Aunt
Sarahl"
Put on an extra place." he or.
dered Tilly, who was running around
In circles In the kitchen. There's
company--and fix something for des.
sert--I don't know what-fried ostrich
II you want to-whatever you're used
to fixing when the dessert tips overt"
Angeline fell down on the way home
from Sunday school and was muddy
from hem to throat. Aunt Sarah
came while Banket was in the throes
of re-dressing his offspring. She
stayed till o'clock and Banket had
to sit and entertain her instead OF
leaving that acrid duty to Mrs. Bank.
ct while he retired with cigar and
book to the den. Thomas and Ange-
line, being somewhat unrestricted. had
made a wreck OF the usually orderly
downstairs.
Hungry, tired to death and wiser,
Blanket opened the door to look In on
Mrs. Blanket after dusk. She looked
so rested and cheerful that it made
him angry. Here. he roared, "if
there's any more nervous prostration
In this house I'm going to have 1t my
self"
why" inquired Mrs. Blanket, limo
cepfIy "haya vo, haap hucv daoro'