New Britain herald., 1921-03-01

III j can decide which those are,
little Mrs. Durkee murmured doubt
fully. and I knew that she was actual
ly nonpiussed by Lillian's prompt an
swer.
AT any rate. give us things which
can run up on the machine and
then turn over TO Madge. / can help
her turn hens and haste. anyway"
Her Fluffiness looked helplessly at
the pretty fabrics spread out upon tho
bed and over chairs. The worry and
confusion entaiIed by her change of
plans for Leila's room evidently had
robbed her of her usual capability in
everything domestic.
why not let them take these ,"
Edith Fairfax came TO the rescue
quietly and capably. She indicated
n pile OF stuffs on the bed which had
been fitted on the windows.
81 guess that will be all right" Mrs.
Durkee acquiesced, and in another
minute or two we were or our way
across the lawn.
Lucky that machine is in your
room" Lillian commented. as we
climbed tho stairs after an eNplana-
tory word to Katie.
She did not speak again until i had
my room door and fastened
IL after our entrance. Laying the
stuffs on the bed she went directly to
the machine. and with n swift. capa-
bic. preliminary inspection began TO
wind n bobbin from n spool of rose
colored silk.
Work Laid Out.
IF you'll look over those things on
the bed and tell me what to do first"
she said. II can get some OF this out
Of the way. And now as 10 the trunk
do you care IL put tho things back
INTO IL IA go through them? I can't
pack them tho way you did. but ut
east can get them out OF the way
20 YOU can lock the trunk"
IT shall be 40 glad to have you do
g." I answered. and I could not keep
my voice from trembling. though I
made a desperate effort TO control ii.
tell you just how I feel
tbout handling those things. II is
almost as IL my-mother-had- |
died. I-I-haven't the strength |
'ct-to touch them
IT know" Lillian breathcd softly. |
hon as briskly rs IL the trunk de- |
poiied OF mementoes OF my mother |
nd my own never had been men
toned. she said: rs this the way to
bread this thing? I thought l knew
low. but I'm not quite sure
The subterfuge was n more palpa-
lie one than Lillian usually employs.
ut 1t served it's purpose, and by the
me I had finished the farce of ex-
laining tho threading mechanism to
no who knew all about IL I had re-
aimed my self-control. and swiftly
orted and brought her the lengths
{ cloth sho was to stitch.
'.Just haste them from this pin to
ais one" l directed.
She looked up at me quizzically.
II know I'm going to brighten you
at OF seven years growth she said.
but I can't help II. never haste
nything that IL to go on a machine"
I repressed the protest which rose
my lips. / am n good needle
oman, though n fussy one. but I
nd seen Lillian I'm action many time.
new her cool judgment. and that she
ould not teopardize the rose-colored
things of Leila's room.
For the next few minutes the sew
* machine whirred steadily while
pinned strips OF cloth together. and
hen that task was accomplished I
gan to turn hens. Lillian rose from
e machine as she finished the last
itch. came over to me. smiling tri-
nphantly.
Anything wrong with this stitch
81"
Not n thing" ! agreed promptly.
md I shall he able TO get along | !
,autifully now
I'll get at the trunk. pronto." she
Id. 'It won't take long. and then
i be able TO help you with the
sting and hem turning. So just take
10 piece at n time to hem. But, look |
re. You're in n bad light. Come
or TO this window"
And only after she had carefully
ranged my chair and had ensconced
, In II. did I realize that her kind
thoughtfulness had arranged my
sition In such wise that my back
- 10 the heap OF my despoiled me-
sntoes which she was now goinG to