The independent-reporter. [volume] (Skowhegan, Me.) 1909-1955, 1912-05-16
After the W.
Wedding

/ ueu, SluIuDluB ONeI MISS l1ai Bull Aoo'
and lunging into seat next to that
young person. -
Miss Larson opened one sleepy eye
"Oh. did you step on me?" she droned
yawning widely and undisguisedly. u
/ didn't know It,"
Sure | did" responded Miss Con
nelly. II thought I'd better wake you
up and tell you about 1t. You can GO
to sleep again now"
Miss Larson opened tho other eye.
81 wasn't sleep, Nell Connolly" she
said, Indignantly. II guess a persons
got a right to shut their eyes II they
want to. My eyes amt very strong
and the light hurts en-
Don't let's waste our perfectly
good time fightin' with each other this
morning." said Miss Connolly. III we
do we won't have any time left to
knock the weddin'."
Say" began Miss Frizkie eagerly
didn't you pretty near die over the
way Names hair was fixed? Honest
to goodness, when / get married I'll
have a hair dresser fix my hair up
swell II don't have SO much as pork
chop to eat for year"
81 thought her hair looked pretty
good for Name" said Miss Larson,
sleepily 1T always looks like she'd
slept In It,"
Her dress was peach, though,
wasn't it?" said Miss F'riZkie. AT
least 1t would have been II 1t had any
fit to 1t. All that hand embroidery and
that bead trimming must have cost a
pile"
Hand embroidery" calculated Miss
Connolly. THAT'S all you know about
1t, Jen. was over to look at Names
clothes Toosday evening and felt OF it
good, and 1t wasn't no more hand EN-.
broidery than nothing"
We'll, she must "a goth corner on
this years crop of beads" said Miss
Frizkie. What do you think said to
the lady that was standin' next to me
when Name came into the parlor? /
give her dig with my elbow and l
says, Say l says, Name must have
got mixed in her dates and thought
she was Christmas tree
my. The lady got as red as any,
thing. I designed that gown she says,
smiling up her nose at me, mad as she
could be- It's modelled after a gown
that was imported straight from Paris
and you couldn't find its duplicate in
Chicago. I'm a high-priced modesto
she says. besides being Miss Peter.
sons own aunt
Land! just faded away like I'd
been blown Off the landscape"
Its pity you couldn't learn not to
have such rude manners, Jen," said
Miss Connolly.
II guess IL could just learn to shut
up and keep shut up 1t would help
some." agreed Miss Frizkie, good-na-
turedly.
Name didn't have such an awful
lot of presents as thought she
would" Miss Larson opened her eyes
long enough to remark II kind OF
thought she'd have lot moren what
she did"
Some of 'em was expensive, though,
l guess" said Miss Frizkie. Nov,
bet that cut glass pitcher and them
glasses cost twenty dollars"
mix on that" said Miss Connolly,
decidedly. II picked up every one or
'em and run my finger over 'em, and
they wasn't sharp like cut glass ought
to be. They was real smooth"
well, that shows how you can fool
me-" Miss Frizkie admitted But then
I'd whole lot rather have a snowy
set like that than some little dinky
piece that wouldn't make no show at
ALL"
Same here" said Miss Larson.
Anybody would, of course. guess
Names mas folks are pretty well
fixed anyway. Her mas brother gave
her that dandy set OF knives and forks
that was layin' upon the dresser with
the plates with the hand painted fruit
design up EN-"
"Nothin' much to them," said Miss
Connolly II guess they didn't cost
more'n about five dollars. They was
pldleu anu IL wash hlsI-Cia55 pihlSS
either"
"Plated?" cried Miss Frizkie. "How
do you know they was plated?"
why, took 'em out and looked at
them." replied Miss Connolly, placidly.
You cant fool me. All the silver
things there WAS plated except that
little pickle fork that the two Ryan
girls gave her."
my! I'd hate to give such an awful
little thing, anyway" murmured Miss
Larson. II think 1t was a lot better
to club together like us girls did and
give her something big. Our silver
tray looked like 1t could have bought
up everything else she had"
"Includin' the Teller she married."
said Miss Connolly. Say, wasn't he
the farmer. though? I bet he rented
them clothes. He was afraid to sit
down in 'em. and the way they ut was
fright. Did you pipe how he KEEP
hitchin' one shoulder all the time the
preacher was talkin'?'
NO." said Miss Frizkie, Il didn't. 1
was too busy tryin' to count the beads
of Names dress"
Miss Larson stuck her hands deep
into her muff and yawned once more.
well, I'm glad went" she said, but
don't know as It was worth the money