The Glenwood post., 1912-06-01
After the
Wedding

weddin'?" cried Miss Connolly as she
bounced into the car. beg pardon,
Stell, for steppin' on you," she contin-
ued, stumbling over Miss Larson's feet
and lunging into a seat next to that
young person.
Miss Larson opened one sleepy eye.
"Oh, did you step on me? ?" she droned,
yawning widely and undisguisedly. Il
didn't know it,
Sure I did" responded Miss Con-
nelly. 81 thought I'd better wake you
up and tell you about it. You can go
to sleep again now"
Miss Larson opened the other eye.
Il wasn't sleep, Nell Connolly" she
said, Indignantly. II guess a persons s
got 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 tightin' with each other this
morning" said Miss Connolly. "If 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 l get married I'll
have a hair dresser fix my hair up
swell if 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 a peach, thosgh,
wasn't it?" said Miss Frizkie. AT
least it would have been if it had any
fit to it. 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 it wasn't no more hand em-
broidery than nothing
We'll, she must "a goth a 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? l
give her dig with my elbow and l
6sts odsb Gago hufC q
| 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 gown
| that was imported straight from Paris
| and you couldn't find it's duplicate in
| Chicago. I'm high-priced modiste,
she says, besides being Miss Peter
sons own aunt
Land! just faded away like I'd
been blown off the landscape"
tits pity you couldn't learn not to
| have such rude manners, Jen," said
| Miss Connolly.
| II guess If | could just learn to shut
up and keep shut up it would help
, some," agreed Miss Frizkie, good-na-
| turedly.
Name didn't have such an awful
lot of presents as l thought she
would" Miss Larson opened her eyes
| long enough to remark Il kind of
! thought she'd have lot moren what
| she did,
| Some Of 'em was expensive, though,
I guess" said Miss Frizkie. Nov, l
bet that cut glass pitcher and them
| glasses cost twenty dollars"
Mix on that" said Miss Connolly,
decidedly. 81 picked up every one OF
they wasn't sharp like cut glass ought
| to be. They was real smooth"
We'll, that shows how you can fool
me-" Miss Frizkie admitted But then
| I'd whole lot rather have snowy
| set like that than some little dinky
| piece that wouldn't make no show at
| ALL ...
Same here" said Miss Larson.
| H'Anybody would, of course. l 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. Il guess they didn't cost
more'n about five dollars. They was
plated and it wasn't tirst-class plate.
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 can't 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. 81 think 1T was lot better
to club together like us girls did and
give her something big. Our silver
tray looked like it could have bought
mp everything else she had"
..Includin' the feller she married."
said Miss Connolly. Say, wasn't he
the farmer, though? I bet he rented
them clothes. He was afraid to sit