Orleans County monitor. [volume] (Barton, Vt.) 1872-1953, 1916-08-30

z.s...z.:!.:.sA Warren went
back to the
phone, and Helen, leaving her des-
sert, few into her dressing room and
dragged from the wardrobe her two
best gowns.
Come back here and finish your
dinner" called Warren a moment
later.
"Will my blue taffeta look too
light?" unheedingly. IF they're din
ing at the Biltmore, Carrie'Il be
dressed, won't she?'
Nov don't rig up for them! Wear
what you've got on, and come finish
your dinner"
But Helen, having decided on the
blue taffeta, was already half un-
dressed.
Dear calling to Warren, who was
still in the dining room, ring for
Emma want her to hook me up"
She had slipped on the blue gown,
but somehow it did not look as well as
usual Perhaps it was her hair or be-
cause she was flushed and hurried.
Emma, l want you to clear the
table and straighten the dining room
as quickly as you can" as the girl
fastened her dress. Mr.. Curtis sis
ter is coming, and she's wonderful
housekeeper. Put on your best white
apron and keep it on-we may want
something during the evening. Oh, is
that hook off? Yes, you'll have to pin
it. Wait, here's a white one"
With a last adjusting touch to her
hair, Helen ran in to straighten the
front room and the library.
Hold on, there; I want those"
growled Warren as she folded up the
scattered evening papers.
"They're right here" laying them on
the table beside him. "They look SO
untidy strewn about. Dear, move
your chair little-you've caught up
the rug. Oh, don't put your ashes
there-here's your ash tray
Helen brushed the ashes from the
lamp base, hastily arranged the maya
zines, and evened the window shades.
What in the Sam Hill are you fuss
ing around for? Nobody's coming but
Carrie and Ed"
you know Carrie sees everything.
Oh, you're not going to wear that old
house cOat?"
"Why not?" belligerently.
ED never wears one when we go
there. And that's so shabby-look at
that spot on the sleeve. Dear, please
change it"
With a muttered expletive Warren
flung down his paper and strobe into
the bedroom, peeling off the house
coat as he went.
Dear" following him anxiously,
"that collars frayed. Won't you"
coat. II put that on clean for dinner,
and I'll not change again. See here,
shut those windows!"
"Just a minute until it airs Quit"
snif1ngly. IT can smell that caulifow-
er yet Wait, dear, help me put on
this good bedspread! No, draw it over
| to your side more. Oh, there they are
now!" as the door bell rang, "Quick-
this sides still too long!"
Helen had just time to straighten
the counterpart and smooth over the
! pillows before she hurried out to
| greet them.
"Why, you've got all the windows
up" was Carries first critical com
| ment when she came into the bedroom
to lay off her wraps.
"It was so warm in here" Helen
hastily put them down.
well, it's cold enough out" taking
off her coat and displaying gray
crepe evening gown that fitted severe
ly her tall, stiff figure.
"You sit here, Carrie" Helen
pushed forward an easy chair as they
Joined Warren and Ed in the library
mo, I'll sit over by the radiator;
I'm chilly. Do you people always keep
your apartment this cold?''
Helen said the place smelled Of
cooking" Numbered Warren.
eve had caulifower for dinner
flushed Helen, "and I think the odor
of that's always strong, don't your"
Eyes, if you let it get through your
house."
well, how did New York look when
you got back?" asked Ed.
mighty good,'' agreed Warren, and
for some time the conversation was
on their trip and the war conditions
they had found in London.
Helen was glad to let Warren do
most of the talking, but she was con-
scious that Carries critical glance
kept wandering about the apartment.
ugh, how she frightened mel" as
Pussy Purr-Mew made a sudden leap
for the fringe on Carries wrist bag.