The Pensacola journal. (Pensacola, Fla.) 1898-1985, 1920-05-29

mate all possibility Of ever having to
entertain Lillian Gale. Instead I forced
a smile to my lips, and all traces of
annoyance out of my voice.
Don't be absurd, Dicky," I said
pleasantly. You are imagining things
I certainly am not pleased to learn of
Miss Marsden's trouble, and you sure
ly are jesting when you speak Of do
ing so discourteous a thing as re-
calling your invitations for tonight.
never should be able to face Mrs.
Underwood again, if you did a thing
SO humiliating to me as that"
Il don't think that last possibility
would cause you any very great grief"
muttered Dicky, but I knew from his
face and manner that 1 had won, and
that he would soon be over his irri-
tation.
by the way, Dicky,' I was glad of
the opportunity to ask him a friendly
question, did you get the flowers?"
Right here" Dicky's voice was
pleasant as ne sprang to his feet and
handed me an enormous box which lay
on a chair near him. Il hope they
will suit YOU"
Suit mel" I exclaimed. I had I'm
done the box and uncovered a great
cluster of golden daffodils and snowy
narcissus, with the feathery green of
the maiden hair ferns completing the
incarnation of spring they seemed.
They are exactly what I want against
that rather dull green of the dining
room paper"
You have an artistic soull" COM
mented Dicky, and felt my face flush.
I knew he meant nothing by the re-
mark, but 1 am both foolishly sensi-
tive and self conscious, and it flashed
over me that had been prating of
color tones and combinations when my
knowledge of such things was as
nothing compared to that possessed by
my artist husband.
will you arrange them for me?" I
asked to cover my confusion.
Sure" assented Dicky heartily.
They won't take any arranging. They
should be put in something as care
lessly as possible. Do you want it
done now?"
why, I suppose they ought to be
put in water, and then I can put them
in here until after dinner. When 1
arrange the table for tonight it will
be simple matter to set them in
there. Or do you want some of them
in here?"
Il don't think So" returned Dicky.
Flowers for a table where people eat
are necessity, but it would look too
much like a formal function to have
them scattered all over"
That is my idea, exactly" 1 agreed
heartily. "Now what shall we put
them in?" H..
Dicky's glance swept the room.
Nothing here" he said.
Il removed several horrors belong
ing to the woman who rented us the
apartment" 1 returned. "One of them
is an imitation cut glass vase, an i'm
mense thing, but 1 am afraid it is the
only thing in the house big enough.
1t is in the kitchen cupboard"
Lead me to the Kitchen" returned
Dicky non commitally. AS we entered
Katie sanctum she stared at Dicky in
CONSERVATION.
Dinner ready right queeck,' she said
Katie" Dicky said kindly, I'VE are
seeking food for our eyes, not our
Katie stared open mounted as she
generally did at Dicky's nonsense, but
Dicky's eyes were rowing over the
kitchen.
Aha, me shy beauty, 1 have spied
you," he cried at last, and took down
from the cupboard large, dark brown
jar of the very coarsest kind of kitchen
crockery. The very thing!" He held
It off admiringly. Come on, Madge."
"Dicky," I protested, for l could not
believe him serious. You don't mean
10 put those beautiful flowers in that
coarse kitchen crock
"Just wait until you see them in il.
ne said. You are blinded by preju-
lice. A brown dish on the kitchen |
self. common brown dish is to you.
md 1t is nothing more"
The parody of the quotation stung