The Pensacola journal. (Pensacola, Fla.) 1898-1985, 1918-07-25

+, could not conceive of a New YORK
] the information as to where you could
get flowers But she had come to know
| that to the English flowers were al
most a necessity.
The blue vases on the mantel SEEM
ed to call out for flowers. So when
she finished unpacking, Helen went
out to the little stand on the block
below and bought two great punches
OF acknowledgements a bunch. She
| also stopped into the wine store for
| bottle of claret.
A Touch Of Charm.
The daffodils in the blue vases gave
a final touch of charm and home. The
rest of the afternoon Helen spent in
going over her clothes, putting on
hooks and eyes, shampooing her hair,
washing gloves and getting things
really in order. They had been in
London two weeks. and until now she
had not had a moment to spend on
her clothes.
It was 5 before she realized it. War
rem would soon be there.
Yielding to a sudden impulse. she
put on her prettiest dinner gown. This
was to be an evening at home-in their
own home in London.
When Warren came he opened the
door on a very attractive scene-tthe
charming little sitting room with its
shaded lights and flowers and Helen
in a low-necked gown.
"Jove, we look scrumptious. What's
all the glad rags for? Thought we
weren't going out tonight"
Were not" joyfully. But I want
ed to have wonderful little dinner
here. Oh, love this place. Aren't
these charming rooms?"
Hum" glancing around approving
ly. Looks a darn sight better than
the rooms at the hotel
And they're really very nice here.
The manageress came in this after
noon to say how Sorry she was the
rooms weren't ready. I spoke about
having dinner up here. It's three shiil-
ings each for the dinner and sixpence
for the service. Don't you think that's
cheap"
That's all right. but hurry it up.
Tell them to trot il along. I'm hun
CRY"
And, dear" rubbing her cheek
pleadingly against his arm, would you
mind putting on a dinner coat? Let's
make it a very wonderful dinner"
While Warren dressed, the maid
brought in and set the folding table.
1t was not the usual careless Serving
of a meal in the room. Every detail
of the table was perfect even to the
pink shaded candle which she placed
| in the center. Helen put on a vase Of
the daffodils and drew up the chairs.
well, there's something like it,
| exclaimed Warren when he came out
! looking fresh and we'll groomed in his
! dinner coat.
!! isn't it charming" assented Helen
| eagerly. ooh, love the atmosphere
f, of this. Dear. I'm SO glad we came
| here"
| "What'd I tell you7 Isn't this a
darn sight better than being cooped
up in that hotel room? II Americans
/ only knew that they could get fur
nished flats over here and live twice
as we'll for the same money-they'd
| put out of business few Of these no.
tells who soak the tourist. But we
what the dinners like. Atmosphere
may be enough for you but I want
some good food along with It."
But, the food was good-excellent,
and SO was the service.
| Helen was radiantly happy. For tho
! first time she felt as though she was
really a part of London. Dining in
evening dress in their private sitting
| room seemed like real English life
! the English life Of the novel and play,
which was all she knew.
| From where she sat. the table and
| herself were reflected in the long mir
( ror over the mantel. She could see
| only Warren's back-cut 1t was the
| loved. The line of his head ana
! shoulders always thrilled her Stirred
by a sudden tenderness, she arose
quickly and came over to nestle a
moment on the arm Of his chair.
"Oh, dear isn't It wonderful Aren't
you very, very happy tonight"
I'D be happier II you'll take your
sleeve out OF the butter"
| oh" wiping the offending chiffon
flounce on her napkin. as she went
back to her seat with an uncertain
| little laugh. 'If you only would have
| just a little bit Of sentiment"
Don't need it, you've got enough
/: for both Of u.s.