Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1919-06-15

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She seemed subdued Toosey'
tanned and softened Toosey, and at
the same time very captivating
Toosey. She made me think OF
peaches and cream. The peaches
and cream effect may have come out
Of a box, but not one man in nun
Ired would have known 1t.
She was dressed in chamoisette
gloves, and an English-looking blue
cape, and a coy-looking nurses bon
net with white strings. And, to cap
the climax, she was solemnly wheel-
ing a French wicker baby-carriage
adorned with a pink satin carriage
robe.
More observers than one. i noticed.
became aware of Toosey's demure APP
peal. For as that melting-eyed STOOL
pigeon Of the Alliance Office moved
slowly past the carriage entrance or
the Ritz, a line of waiting chaufeurs
turned and viewed her with open ad-
miration.
One Of them, l could even see from
the distance, went so far as to speak
TO her. But that blue-caped pilot OF
French wicker-work went grimly on
her way. with her lips set and her lids
lowered, looking neither to the right
nor the left.
She kept on her way until she caught
sight of me crossing the street.
Thereupon she pushed her perambu-
lator in before the window Of an
antique shop and stopped solicitously
over the end of the quilted pink robe.
inspecting, to all intents and purposes.
a purely imaginary infant beneath
several swathings Of pink yelling.
myself at about the same moment
Heppelwhite gate-table in the window
of the antique shop.
whats wrong, Toosey?' I asked
over my shoulder. For knew by the
black cloud Of discomfort on that GUS
tomarily pert young face that all was
not~well with this uniformed guardian
Of infancy.
"Oh, that nut gives me a pain in the
neck" she said with explosive and
passionate disgust.
What nutT / promptly demanded.
THAT wall-eyed inspector who's
maxim a monkey O. me in open day
light" was Toosey's response.
But you've got to watch that
house." 1 reminded her, with a dis
Greet look up and down the avenue.
'Oh, I'm watchin' that house all
the hood of her perambulator. But
what's the good O. putin me in this
Kensington Garden get-up?"
THE people In that house." I pa
tiently explained to her. must never
suspect that we are watching them"
''Then why didn't your bonehead
friend down to the Office get a hand
organ and put me on a chain? Why
didn't he gimme a red cap and a tin
cup and say right out that was one
o the anthropoids? For I'm sure
weary O. this park fountain COVER
ness business" complained Toosey.
Every he-thing that happens along
btween the Avenue and the Grand
Central seems to think this is the open
season for nursemaids and tries to get
busy gunnin' for my life hist'-y And
fall in line behind me and this basket.
work Lizzie and start handin' the
mush. Why, one old walkin' grave
yard Of about eighty. who was so
wheezy with the asthma you. could
hear him comm like hre-wagon,
tried to get me into pearl-colored
sedan to go joy-ridin' up to the Clare
mont. The only way I could shake
i'm was to explain that the traffic
cop on the next corner was my hus-
band. And another old-lace inspector
Of about four hundred pounds tried
to chuck me under the chin and call
me Pinky-Winky. He explained that
his health was failin' rapid and he
wanted a practical-lookin' girl like
me to kind O. look after him down to
Palm Beach. He said my eyes told
him l was consid'rate and kind
hearted. So I swung round and let i'm
read 'em again. And in case he wasn't
gettin' 1t straight handed it to him
also by word Of mouth. No south for
me, grandpaw, wit any quarter-ton
O. tallow that amt had the yellow
streak melted out Of it yet! And
left him leanin' against the Biltmore
etonework Rurglin' for doctor