The Manchester journal. [volume] (Manchester, Vt.) 1861-current, 1919-08-28

COW, III that JOB uotsn end soof
there won't be elan left in the
| coye,"
Doris Z" came the reppachfu voice
OF her mother. please don't use. such
unlndylike words"
Find me one AS expressive and
won't" responded the irrepresslble
Doris. I'm dying FOR some clans, and
those latorers laying the new gas
pipes are just digging them all up be
fore ! get \ look in"
But they are busy putting In the
pipes, aren't they, dearY mildly quer.
led Doris mother. How can they dix
clans AT the same timer
"Oh. they're just stalling on the job,
mother, waiting for some more pipe
The little foreman told me so yester'
day. Meanwhile they're just digging
ny all the clans
Doris" the mother again started TO
demonstrate with her lively young
daughter. but Us often happened, that
same daughter took the words from
her mouth. Il know. mother, what
you're going TO say-'Piease don't go
around talking TO that strange young
man You needn't worry. I've only
seen one worth speaking TO since we
came-and he was claiming, too
Came from over across the cove some
Inf IA
any decency he'd have offered me
some. Goodness knows limited broad.
ly enough"
The little mother remarked In re-
signed tone: He thought you were
child. probably, with your bobbed
hair and that short, red skirt"
II should worry what he thought;
he's some country clam himself"
Doris replied. laughingly IAN the
same, wish my boots would arrive
II was SO stupid Of us TO forget them"
Then speculatively: THAT waters too
cold to 20 into barelegged.'
II should say So" the mother made
haste to reply. Doris, don't you
think Of such q thing"
"No. mother, won't" dutifully
spoke the daughter. busily scheming In
her impatient young head some way
Of getting ever those clam fats, where
ut the moment several Italians were
digging.
Now, Mrs. Dart, Doris mother, had
omitted packing those boots.
She had rather guilty feeling all day.
Is Doris watched for the parcels post
This clever, uD-to-dste young daugh-
ter was rather beyond the oldfashioned
mother.
She was proud Of her, Of course, for
iidn't that same cleverness enable
Doris to hold up the government At
The rate Of thirty-nve per, with q
months vacation" a. Doris herself sx-
pressed iti
And didn't that weekly thirty.nvs
make possible the yearly vacations at
he shore, even II sometimes they had
o come at an unheard-of early date1
But oh dear! II the child would only
are about clothes like other girls and
lot insist on bobbing her hair with
he ridiculous excuse that II saved
line.
And then those awful knickers---and
she insisted on wearing out
shing and claiming! But Mrs Dart
referred not to think about them.
Doris was 4 wizard At finding q way
ut Of dilemma. Probably that was
vhy she succeeded so well In business.
he only way out Of her present one,
he decided. was over 4 bridge farther
D the cove.
This bridge had been started with a
ourish by some bunko amusement
ompany and finished In q 6zzle. 1t
,cked five feet Of reaching the nat Is
md In the center Of the cove. But
q that island we're clams--that could
e gotten at without the aid of boots.
SO on the following day, no boots
aying arrived and low tide coincid. !
II with her mothers rest hour, Doris
Of into the obnoxious Knockers and,
rmed with short-handled hoe and 0
AZ. walked over the unfinished bridge,
,ok q flying downward leap-snd
lere she was
The clans were plentiful. This wss
place the laborers had not hit upon.
oris dug and dug and the tide crept
D and up. Clam digging II a time
,nsuming work 50 when the bag was
,srly filed the strenuous young lady
as relieved to find by glance at her
stch that II was not quite time for
n mothers nap TO be over. But at
Q bridge she found, somewhat to her
smsy, ten feet Of water. shallow 10 ]
sure, but growing deeper every mo {
emit between the low shore and the
UGH higher end Of the bridge.
Time and tide" quoted Doris, rue :
lily, as she started brayely through
The water was knee deep when
e managed to throw the bag up onto
E bridge: but getting herself up was 8
lite another proposition. The sand
Is soft and her feet sank into II.
Doris didn't give up easily once she
irted TO do q thing, but when her e
Fl grew numb she accepted the fu' d
lty Of further effort and wsded back \
the island. G