The Lamar register., 1917-07-11

persuade herssf that she enjoyed sit
ting there looking through the pine
trees.
81 wonder II shall have to sit here
all day till Tom gets home? How hun
CRY / shall be !" she was rejecting. And
then she heard the two-year-old Peg
gy's shrill voice of rebellion in the next
cottage, and she thought of her neigh
bor
"oh, 1 say, Mrs. Kenyon! :" she called.
MRS. Kenyon, Mrs. Kenyon, won't you
come and help mef"
There was an echo Of the baby wall,
then sounds under the trees through
the brush and then tall young man
stood below her. His sleeves were
rolled up to his elbows and over his
white flannel trousers was firmly tied
blue-and-white gingham apron.
"Would you awfully mind setting
that ladder up against the housef" she
said. "Pm housepainting and it slipped
and I'm hungry and / want to get
down."
The man leaned the ladder up
against the house. 'It is great to be
able to do things like that" comment
ed the aproned young man. 81 like
painting"
II don't mind the part you can reach
from the ground" replied Margot. "Pm
going to spend the rest of the after
noon doing the porch and the things
that l can reach. l have had enough
OF ladders for today. I'll go up again
tomorrow. though"
Margot stopped at the shrtu call OF
the alarm clock next door.
"There 1t goes" said the young man,
impatiently, and making hasty apollo
giles he darted through the underbrush
toward the other cottage.
Half an hour later the girl, her over
alls covered by bungalow apron, the
green paint washed from her hands
and her face, walked rather timidly to
the end of her pine clearing.
''Mr. Kenyon" she called. "Mr. Ken
yon, II that is your name"
And when the young man. this time
with Peggy waillng rebelliously under
his arm, came to meet her she asked
him whether he was alone. He told her
he was.
have made some cinnamon toast and
know you would like some. Shall l
bring 1t to you or will you come over
and have 1t In our hOusef
They compromised by deciding to
eat It under a pine tree midway be-
tween the two cottages.
"Why do you have alarm clocks
sounding all the timer" asked the girl,
pouring out dainty cup OF iced choc-
olate for her new-found friend. She
had brought a tray full of goodies for
their informal repast-
"Well, 1t is this way" said the young
man, pulling a book from his pocket.
what else could you do? Look at this:
o 80 a. m, get up and dress the baby;
Z a. m, milk, zwieback; 8 a. m. orange
Juice; 10 a. m., cereal, cup of milk; II,
bath; 2 p. m, broth. vegetables, stale
bread, baked apple; o, cereal and
toast 8 80. put to bed; 10 p. m, milk
How on earth can a man keep track
Of things like that2 How am to re-
member when 1 am in the middle OF
fixing up the house, for instance, that
1t is time fo< orange juice or a bath or
u dish of mllki"
Lets swap jobs" suggested the
girl. I'D like to take care of Peggy
II you'll finish painting the house. And
my brother needn't ever know and
neither need your sister"
A week later Margot said: II sup
pose your sister win think 1t is won
derful because Peggy has been taken
care of so well. My brother thinks 1
am the most wonderful girl he knows
because have done all the painting
and everything"
81 don't know that my sister-ln-law
will be so surprised" confessed the
man.
"Why not7" asked Margot.
Because II has all been cooked up.
You see she told me that the prettiest
girl she ever saw lived next door and
she said she was sure 1 would fall in
love with her II had chance. came
up one Sunday, the Sunday before you
called me to help you down the ladder
and did fall in love with you, and so
we cooked up this plan"