New Britain herald., 1915-11-09
REVELATI0NS0F A WIFE
By ADELE GARRISON

into the pocket of her jacket Now you tell me vot you want for dinner"
 Katie, the Versatile.
 Can you open oysters, Katie?"
 Me? I can do every ting"
 Then stop at the fish market and get dozen oysters. MT. Graham is very fond of them on the half shell. Then get a small leg of lamb, the smallest nice one vou can find; a can of peas, a bunch of mint, and all the things for a com bination salad, a head of lettuce, two tomatoes, a cucumber, two green peppers, two punches of radishes- we will have a dish of th'osc separate from the salad-and bunch of those little scallions which look so green and fresh. Are you sure you can remember all those things?'
 Katie Never FOrgets.
 Me? I nevaire forget notting,' de- clared Katie proudly, if undramatic- ally, as she started for the door.
 The telephone rang before she had opened the door. Wait until I answer this, Katie" I said, as I took down the receiver.
 Lillian Gales voice sounded in my ears.
 'I don't suppose you ever want to hear of us again." she began gayly, and I reflected grimIy that as far as my own feelings went, she was speak ing the truth. But of course or dinary courtesy made me interrupt her.
 A Polite Evasion.
 "You ought to know better than that,'' I assured her, and hated my self for the evasion.
 "I am so glad" she said, You cer- tainly had good reasons for a grouch, and it's awfully sweet of you not to cultivate one. But I called you up to see if you would forgive us and come to play with us tomorrow night. We'll promise to behave, just go out to little snack somewhere and get acquainted
 l did some rapid thinking as I listened to her words and came to a sudden decision. I knew I would have to spend an evening with these people soon. I resolved to have the in my own home where to a certain extent I could control the 
 II have better plan that that" I said, and I put as much enthusiasm in my voice as I possibly could muster. Suppose you and MT. Underwood come over here tomorrow night. Dicky isn't here just now, but when he comes in I'll ask him if there aren't two or three more of his friends who would add to the gaiety of nations, and we'll get acquainted over my new chafing dish It hasn't been christened yet"
 had not heard the door open, and I gave a little start as Dicky took the receiver from my hand, smiling at me as he did so.
 Dicky Does The Talking.
 'I am surprised at you, Lil," he began. How dare you call up my innocent bride after inviting me to your orgy last night and getting me well-let us say a trifle mixed. warn you that if you come tomorrow night, you'll get nothing but tea and toast and family prayers. I'm a reformed man, I am.''
 Evidently Lillian made him some witty reply, for he laughed uproar- iously before he said: Sure I'll let
 
 privilege, I can tell you. By the way, what do you think about the Stanleys, Paul Atwood and Bess Marsden for the rest of the crowd tomorrow night? What? Stanley out of town? We'll, who then? The Lesters? Hm, yes, I suppose so. All right. See you tomorrow night" and he handed the receiver to me.
 This is awfully good of you, Mrs. Graham" said Mrs. Underwood cor dially, "and we'll be mighty glad to come. Those other people whom Dicky has suggested are bully good | scouts. too. I hope you'll like US l all. Good-by."
 "Good by," I said mechanically, and hung up the receiver had a queer little hurt feeling inside me. l had invited tho Underwoods to please Dicky, and he had taken the thing out of my hands and consulted Lillian Gale about the other guests l as if I did not exist