Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1920-11-14

ming up to me these days. baby, with
so much red in your cheeks and him
! always at your heels. my heart jumps
up. maybe it's news you're bringing
Della. There's papa and CAM drink
ing. Go. baby"
tsXA1HAr do I want to 60 down there
w ana listen to them swapping
blood pressure and diet lists for?"
"All that's the matter with Ganz
! Della. is since MS mother died he amt
! had the right kind Of"
'sh-h-h. nanny. hero comes Mira.
Blumenthal! Sh-h-h"
Good morning. Mrs Blumenthal
how you feel this morning"
Not so we'll. Mrs. Kessler. Just this
minute come from my doctor. Twice
| he took my blood pressure"
"Mommy. dear. I'll see you at break
the spring, dear. TOTO papa"
When Mr.. Max CAM, glancing over
Mr.. kesslers' shoulder into the snowy
aisle Of poplar trees which led from
the hotel toward the spring. and in its
dappled shadows and coming toward
her fluent motion, a smile full of
short square teeth spread in great
width across his face.
Mr.. Kessler, here comes your
daughter"
| Mr.. Kessler drained the last drop OF
his last glass. dry distaste pickering
his features so that his nose seemed
! to dip down into the stubble Of his
messy beard, but smiled even through
shudder.
-. well Vi my my little Della-'ha, yOu'm up
Every single minute of it. pa
Good morning. Miss Della. Just
fresh as a flower you look"
But, say. can't you two find bet.
smelly old spring? Ugh, that water
smells like boiled JUNK"
| Come. Della, let papa give you a
glass and see how good it is for you
THAT stuff! I'd rather suck a cold
storage e.; egg through mouthful OF
"ItI make those bright eyes even
brighter. Miss Kessler."
Thanks. Mr.. CAM. but II 1 had any
more health. wouldn't know what to
I do with it,
| He regarded her with the kit of his
emotions open wide: certain wistfu
wonder at her buoyancy. Joy in hel
quick graces and depth Of delight ir
her fuddled gaze only half reflected.
"She should pass some Of that extra
Il can tell you. kessler. that when
look at Miss Della's rosy cheeks an6
the way she dances around. like she
/ was playing tag all day with the sun.
shine and the wind. it does me more
good than nine glasses a day"
i "Hark?" cried Miss Kessler. in a bur
lesque attitude Of fitting forward tn.
small shell Of her ear. ''Hark, how tn,
man loves me!'
Many n true word. Miss KeSSler
that is spoken in jest
Between the blades OF Mr.. Gapz'.
slightly curved back. Mr.. Kessler de
posted a sounding whack.
"She'm a good one. not, Kessler
. Like that you don't see 'em every day
eh?"
Il should say not. Mr.. Kessler."
"Eh. papa's little jump-up-Jack."
where do you get your bright eye
SO early in the morning. Miss Della
] tell you, Kessler. those are the thing
, money can't buy"
. Zee. fie, foe, FUN, They're so ca,
see So can see. Mr.. CAM"
Mr.. Kessler wagged an argume ntA
tive finger in proximity to Mr.. Cam
| nose, eyes and mouth.
Like ] was just telling you, Cana
with your dull eyes and bad color.
wouldn't be surprised if you got lit
/ tie jaundice. For years, CAM. I doc
tored for yellow color and
3 PA, please. Please! Quit swappin
S symptoms and let's trot to the link
l and join the crowd down there for
sun bath before breakfast"
i You, Della, go with CAM so far yo