News and citizen. [volume] (Morrisville, Vt. ;) 1881-current, 1912-11-20

bled away.
When she reached the women's
door, she found Mrs. Wellington wait.
ing with increasing evaporation:
Come, join the line at the box OF.
fice," she said.
Good morning. Who's in there?"
said Marjorie, and Mrs. Wellington
not noting that Mrs. Whitcomb had
come out of her berth and fallen into
line, answered sharply:
Il don't know. She's been there
forever. I'm sure it's that cat OF a
Mrs. Whitcomb."
Good morning, Mrs. Mallory"
snapped Mrs. Whitcomb.
Mrs. Wellington was rather proud
that the random shot landed, but Mar
jorie felt most uneasy between the
two tigresses: Good morning, Mrs.
Whitcomb," she said. There was a
disagreeable silence, broken finally by
Mrs. Wellington's: "Oh, Mrs. Mallory,
would you be angelic enough to hook
my gown"
VI SOuA DC l. Will, pcllu
MAY l hook your" said Mrs. Whit
comb.
you're awfully kind" said Mar
jorie, presenting her shoulders to
Mrs. Whitcomb, who asked with mali
cious sweetness: why didn't your
husband do this for you this morn
ing?"
II don't remember" Marjorie
stammered, and Mrs. Wellington
tossed oyer-shoulder an apothegm:
He's no husband. till he's hook-bro
ken"
Just then Mrs. Fosdick came out or
her stateroom. Seeing Mrs. Whit
combs waist agape, she went at it
with brief, Good morning, every
body. Permit me-"
Mrs. Wellington twisted her head to
say Good morning" and to ask, Are
you hooked, Mys. Fosdick?"
mot yet" pouted Mrs. Fosdick.
Turn round and back up" said
Mrs. Wellington. After some maneu-
vering, the women formed complete
circle, and fingers piled hooks and
eyes in a veritable Ladies' Mutual Aid
Society.
By now, Wedgewood was ready to
appear in a bathrobe about as gaudy
as the royal standard of Great Brit
ain. He stalked down the aisle, and
answered the male chorus's CHEEKY
Good morning" with a ramlike
"Baw."
Ira Lathrop felt amiable even to-
ward the foreigner, and he observed:
Glorious morning this morning"
81 dare say" growled Wedgewood.
81 don't go in much for mawnings-
especially when have no tub"
Wellington felt called upon to
squelch him: You Englishmen never
had a real tub till we Americans sold
'em to you"
Il dare say" said Wedgewood in
differently. You sell 'em. We use
'em. But, do you know, I've just
thought out a ripping idea. shall
have my cold bath this mawning after
ALL"
"What are you going to do?"
BFCWl6u LdJuIOp' CIdWl III INC lSS-
water tank?"
"Oh, dear, no. I shouldn't be let"
and he produced from his pocket a /
rubber hose. 81 simply attix this lit
tie tube to one end of the spigot and |
wave the sprinklah hyah over my
er-my person"
Lathrop stared at him pityingly, and |
demanded: What happens to the wa
ter, them"
What do 1 carer" said Wedge
wood.
You burned fool, you'd flood the
car"
Wedgewood's high hopes withered.
81 hadn't thought of that" he sighed.
Il suppose 1 must continue just as /
am till l reach San Francisco. The
first thing l shall order tonight will
be four cold tubs and lemon
squash"
While the men continued to make
themselves presentable in a huddle,
the hook-and-eye society at the other
end of the car finished with the four
waists, and Mrs. Fosdick hurried
away to KEEP her tryst in the dining
car. The three remaining relapsed
into dreary attitudes. Mrs. yelling
ton shook the knob of the forbidding
door, and turned to complain: what
In heavens name ails the creature in
there. She must have fallen out OF
the window"
Its outrageous" said Marjorie,
the way women violate women's
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