Norwich bulletin., 1916-08-01

Land sakesI .Corinne Webster, aint you got them peas shelled yeti When I advertised to have dinner at half past 12. don't hgger on keepin' folks waitin' till l or after. Just set that pan along this way. I spose I4l have to lend a hand, though, dear knows, 1t does seem as if you might do your day dreamin' O nights, and try to be of some help to me these busy days. l guess 'twouldn't have taken but jest about one more years schoolin' to have spoiled a perfectly good girl"
 Meaning me, mother" laughed Cor inne, softly.
 Mrs. Webster snapped 8 pod under her thumb. An nobody else" she said tartly. but her eyes belied her words. as they rested on her pretty daughter.
 Tt does beat all," she went on, more slowly, how little you favor the Whip pies. dunno as you're so much to blame, Eseenin' as you're only your father all over again, and started in wrong anyway. alettin' him have his own way an callin' you 'CoHinne' in stead of some good, sensible name like your Aunt Julia if I'd"
 sBut l like the name that daddy gave me, and I wouldn't want to be"
 "Tut!" interrupted Mrs. Webster, You Aunt JUlia's a mighty smart woman, and a powerful hand at man. aging. If I'd been more like her, may be I wouldn't be taking summer board CTS now, and you wouldn't have 50 many peas to shell"
 But I like the boarders. too" laughed Corinne, happily. Did you ever see anything as pretty as Miss pique and pink silk sweater? Oh, mother! I'd like to be one of them myself''
 Like to be one of what?" demanded Mrs, Webster, setting a great bowl of raspberrtes on the table with unneces- sary force. and turning to look at Cor inne.
 But Corinne, with flushed checks and eyes dark with wistful longing, faced her mother unflinchingly. 'Td like to be a summer boarder myself. I'd like to arrive, and depart, and do all the things that go between. I'd like to be waited on, and catered to, and-oh, I'd love to have a pink silk sweater"
 For the land sa,kes. Corinne Web ster, have you gone clean daft?''
 " Dippy,' I suppose MT. Tennyson would say" murmured COrinne mis- chievOusly.
 "Corinne! I won't have you talking slang" protested Mrs. Webster; but hee voice lacked it's usual sharpness, and she added gently, T suppose you
  hard summer, and you've took hold real we'll"
 Corinne turned her head to hide a little smile, and Mrs. Webster noticed with a sudden pang, the delicate pro- file. How like her father she was growing. Suppose
 "Td thought of sending you over to your Aunt Julia's for a couple of weeks, but if you really think you'd rather come to Crystal Springs to spend your vacation, I dunno but what can accommodate you. You won't find no pTettieT view. no purer water nor better table good, home cooking than you'll find right here at Crystal Springs, and as for attractions" Mrs. Webster paused to laugh at Cor inne, who had risen and stood listen ing as if fascinated
 "Oh, mother! Do you mean it? Could lit would be such fun-oh, could I-?"
 T don't see nothin' to hinder All this crowds going Saturday morning all except that young doctor (here Mrs. Webster shot a searching glance at Corinne), and you might let him into the secret. You can arrive with the new set call yourself Miss Whip ple' and nobody'u be the wiser. And if you aint good and sick of settin' round doin' nothin' before your two weeks IS up, you ain't no girl O mine.
 There, there! There ain't no call 10 smother mean l was jest agOin' to say, as there won't be no carfares' maybe we might manage that pink silk sweater-though land knows, a wOOlen ones much mere sensible.
 "Corinne Webster, do you see that clock? Be you or I gOin' to mix that shOrtcake?"