The evening times. [volume] (Grand Forks, N.D.) 1906-1914, 1913-09-20

over and kissed her. then dropped in
lock or two. I'VE had a glorious
game Of tennis! Nick and / beat. but
We mad a scramble for il. Tom and
Bob fought us like Indians. be-
lieve every youngster in the village
sat on the fence cheering us on. Nick
was any mail. Rob has lit his meer-
schaum and Tom-ah. Toms hare-
ing over the fence with Lettie Par
ker. He says she's almost pretty
enough to convert him to rural do
mestictty." she laughed. Mother.
what are We going TO have for din
aer?"
What do YOU want asked Mrs.
Sherman calmly. II make a fresh
heat up"
"%splendid!" exclaimed Louise. But
there's one thing more. l want a
salad. I guess I'll go and make one.
Excuse me. Mrs. Potts" She ran out
Of the room.
Mrs. sherman looked across at her
spot or dish anywhere ~'" when she 'i GETS
through with that salad" she said.
Shell have lettuce leaves and dress
ing from one end of the kitchen to
the other. How she ave cooks In one
OF them stewpans yer an alcohol
fame beats me. I CUES I'll have to
go and help her, Mrs. Potts. Come
along out in the Kitchen"
Mrs. Potts followed Mrs. Sherman
into the roomy, clean kitchen. where
faucet with a graceful disregard for
flying drops. Her brief stay in the
kitchen had indeed produced amazing
results in the way OF disorder. Mrs.
Sherman went about setting things to
rights and quietly recommending
orderliness.
One thing / was brought up to do
was to keep things where they be-
long," she observed.
Louise cut an onion, smeared the
inside Of a bowl with it. and discard
ed it with a flourish. Her mother
picked up the onion.
II was brought up that same way.
mother" Louise said. with her frank
laugh. but I've since learned to diff
ferentiate between actual tasks and
trifles."
Homework is made up Of some
thing, nor than triles. l can tell you.
my dear" Mrs. Sherman responded,
quickly.
Isn't that all in the point of view,
mother" returned Louise. There! /
guess you'll find that a salad to he
proud OF. | wish you'd stay to dinner,
Mercy, I've got men folks to feed"
Mrs. Potts eyed the strange looking
spoiled a nice batch of clean lettuce
with all them fxines." she said.
A figure ran toward the open VIM
dow and projected itself halfway over
the sill. 1t -was Nick-hig. healthy,
and tanned. He n a letter spinning
across the room to Louise's feet.
Read that. Lou! That's Mrs. Brown
Mcrgan's handwriting. I'll bet"
1T isn't a letter; it's an invitetion."
said Louise. Her eyes we're shining.
Mrs. Brown-Morgan wants me to
sing at her soiree. and she's giving 1t
a fortnight earlier than she intend
ed. because Dolly has been asked to
go with the Merrithews yachting, and
oh. I'm so glad!t I was pretty sure
she'd ask me. It's a splendid com
pliment."
She's invited me, too" Nick pulled
an envelope from his pocket. And
there are similar Invitations for Bob
and Tom.~. .I@:tell~ sou, Mrs. Brown
Morgan can say the last word when
it m to real courtesy. But. I say.
sis. this will start us of sooner than
we expected. Ell
Yes" Louise came back from some
far off region of thought. Yes, l was
Just considering that very thing. Why
Nick. I'll have to go this very after
noon. Nick, will you go right over
to the station and telegraph her an
answer? And see about our trains,
For you boys might Just as vel, 70
back with me. since it's only TWO
days, anyway" She turned to her
mother. I'll have to fly in order to
get nay trunk packed. And. of course,
Ill have to help the boys. Oh,
mother!" She clasped her mother
about the neck.
Mrs. Potts was crying. Its taking
you away awful sudden, Louise, but
III try to comfort your mother" she
said.
Fol the next four or FIVE hours the
house was in a turmoil from ton to
bottom. Then the hack drove of.
leaving a trail Of farewells to the
old couple who stood gazing wistfully
after It.