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Sam Conway, like many q father
with one lone child, was tremendously
proud Of his daughter Joan. SO there
was Q Dragging note In his voice as
he talked to the young man with .
lieutenant's bar on his khaki sh0ul.
ders. who sat beside him as they
drove home from town In Mr.. Con.
ways car. But the young man-Tom
Shortley--had met Joan, the winter
before when she visited a friend In
his home town. And one reason he
was 90 glad to undertake a trip to
collect funds for the recreation work
of his camp was because his itinerary
included Joan's home town.
EYES," said Sam. a. he dexterously
swung around q corner into the long
suburban road that led to his house.
"Joan's q great girl. You see we've
got no men In our family to send
to the front: can't say I'm sorry
Joan's not a son. for rd miss her q
lot. But when this economy war talk
came int fashion, joan said she must
do her bit to make up for being q
girl. And as luck would have II, our
servants cook and q waitress-left.
We live In factory town. you know.
and Mrs. Conway couldn't get any.
one to take their places. All the girls
like to 60 to the factories now. She
wns discouraged and then Joan said
she'd keep house, without servants
Just with somebody to come In and
serve the dinners and to clean up
now and then. And. By jove, she's
done II. and every cent she saves
in that way and In making us eat
scrapple and beans instead Of beef.
steak and white bread, she takes to
buy worsted or to give to the Red
Cross or some other pet charity.
"Joan likes to have me bring folks
home for dlnner-likes to be surprised,
and show them what she can do" Mr..
Conway turned into the short drive
that crossed his unpretentious lawn
and led up to the comfortable frame
house. 'There she is. now, with her
mother. Won't she be surprisedf
At that moment Joan. ensconced In
a corner Of the living room window
seat. looked up from her knitting.
'Who on earth has father got
nowr she asked her mother. "Oh,
mother, II 1t isn't thnt Mr.. Shortley
I met out at Altce's last winter--you
know--I told you about him! His
fathers the big Standard OIL Shortley
they've got heaps OF money. On, I
wish I'd planned a different dinner"
And with hurried review Of the war
time menu she had planned buxxing
through her head, she helped her moth
er greet the guest, and listened, panic.
stricken. to her fathers loving but
Dragging voice as he said: :"'S
'Yes, Joan's Q great little cook. She
manages to give us mighty good things
TO cat and she hardly spends anything
for them"
Joan was glad to make an unosten-
tntious escape to the kitchen. She
stood bit In awe Of Tom Shortley. To
be sure. he had seemed to find her
interesting when she had met him the
rear before. But his money! What
must he think Of girl who got dinner
herselff Joan felt sure that the girls
he knew couldn't tell corn meal from
oat meal and went to dinner fresh
from the hands Of dainty French maids
instead Of fresh from an interview
with stupid little Irish girl that came
In by the hour to act as waitress and
wash the dinner dishes, like Maggie
Clark.
However, Maggie Clark was the
problem Of the moment. and Joan hur.
ried to help set an extra place at the
table.
"Now, Maggie said Joan, as to-
gether they left the dining-room and
went to the kitchen, "we've got to do
some clever work to make the dinner
do for four. instead Of three. OF
course, there's enough Of the meat and
vegetables" and Joan looked com
placentiy at the steamins dish Of
baked ice and tomatoes, the we'll
Drowned potroast and the saucepan
Of butter beans she had herself can.
ned from the garden In the summer.
"Now listen closely. Maggie" snid
Joan. There's only dessert enough
for three you sec, it's charlotte
russo. But you whip up an egg white.
for there's no moro cream, and I'll
get the stale sponge cake out Of the
cake box and we'll mako something
that win do. There" as they to.
gether improvised an imitation des-
sert that matched the others In ap.
pearance, NOW that win do for me.
II would be awful II anybody knew,
but nobody will. Here, Maggie. this
one on the top shelf Of the refriger.
ator 10 mine.
"And there's only soup enough for
three. It's cream chicken soup, and
It's perfectly delicious, even II II Is
made Of the ends Of q chicken we've
had two or three times before. 1t
would ruin II to dilute II. But It's
white. you see, and nobody can tell
the difference II I have hot milk In.
stead--hot milk will look Just the
same" As Joan talked she was heat
Ing milk over the IRE. "Now you run
and tell Mrs. Conway dinner is served.
Then. Maggie, remember. put the soup
In three plates, and put this hot milk
In the fourth plate and give that plate
to me for my soup. Hurry II In just
10 soon as we're through with that
grapefruit that's on the table. Thank
goodness there's enough Of that"