New Britain herald., 1916-08-07
Why Madge Answered Harry Under wood With a Popular Song.

i When Lillian and I came down. stairs to joip our husbands and Grace Draper at dinner we found ] two exceedingly impatient men and l a slightly puzzled girl
 Miss Draper was evidently not as 1 used to the usual pre- dinner irrita- 1 bility of the average man as Lillian l and l were. It was almost Imaginable to see her bewilderment as the little airs and graces she was displaying for the benefit of her masculine com panions were almost ignored. Both men had their eyes fixed on the door leading from the hall through which we must enter. An uninitiated observer might have thought that they were impatiently waiting our coming because they were l lonely for our companionship. But Lillian and I knew better, and with our entrance Grace Draper must have been suddenly enlightened as to the comparative value of her charms and a delayed dinner.
 Well, did you finally tear yourself away from the flour barrel?" growled Harry Underwood, brutally, as we came through the door. 'I believe that if Gabriel were to blow his last trump you'd wait to get some more war paint before you answered the call.'
 That won't bother you then, my dear" Lillian returned sweetly you'll be so busy hanging on to my skirts, trying to sneak through into heaven with me that a little powder more or less won't worry you.'
 For heavens sake don't waste any time using the hammer on each Oth- er," put in Dicky. If Katie hasn't the dinner on the table I'm going into the kitchen and forage.'
 I think Katie must have been listen ing at the door, for at this moment she popped her head in with her invaria ble phrase: "Dinner all ready, Miss Graham, I mean dinner she serve.''
 Despite all my efforts I have never been able to induce Katie to announce a meal properly Her efforts in this direction would be pathetic if they were not so ludicrous.
 Harry Underwood hurried across the room and made an elaborate obesance to Katie.
 Them words are the sweetest ever heard," he said.
 Katie giggled nervousy, but her  derwood turned to the rest of us and announced in sonorous mimlcry of her manner:
 "Dinner she serve, ladees and gen. l tlemen, " you not get move on /?
 "Oh, hush!" I gasped anxiously, l and Lillian flashed Harry a warning look, and said in a low voice: 'Low i bridge look out" for Katies face was 1 as black as a thunder cloud. Her uncertain temper was evidently on the point of exploding when Lillian with her ever-ready tact saved the l day
 Fit for the Gods"
 She stepped forward quickly and laid her hand on the girls shoulder: You mustn't mind MT. Underwood, l Katie,'' she said, soothingly. He 1 mimics everybody. I know you must l have something delicious for dinner. ] Tell me what is it smells so good?' 1
 Katie's volatile face dimpled into 1 smiles again.
 T no tell you," she said coyly, 1 you coom out and eat, then you See."
 My prophetic nose!' Lillian ex- claimed, as we seated ourselves be- 1 fore the table and Katie put before us plates heaped with steamed claims, l with cups of hot clam broth accom- panying them.
 No one answered her remark. The ] men were too busy with the clams Grace Draper, too with the appetite of @ young and perfectly healthy girl, was eating heartily, while I was 100 DuS1ly engaged with my own emo t1Ons to make more than a pretence Of either eating or talking.
 That's a dish fit for the gods." de- clared Harry Underwood at last, as Katie removed the plates of empty shells. Katie, if you'll give me the recipe for that sauce that you brought i'll with those clams I'll make our everlasting fortune. I'll patent it, put 1t in little bottles with your phOto- graph on the outside. call it Katie's Steamed Clam Sauce,' and sell 1t for four bits a bottle."
 What Iadgc Said
 Katie giggled appreciatively Dot not my feexin' " she explained "Missis Graham she show me how dot sauce go.'
 MT. Underwood, who sat at my right, turned around squarely in his chair facing me. He had the eXag- gerated pose of one who has dis covered something awe-inspiring. His face was as grave as a judges, but his bold black eyes were dancing with mischief
 " And still the wonder grew,
 That one small head could carry all
 she knew,'"
 he quoted slowly and solemnly; then more briskly:
 But that doesn't need to make