The Bridgeport times and evening farmer., 1922-01-16

calendar to the floor, and read Julia various notes and letters that had been sent them at the time of their fathers death, until tears stood in more than one pair of lovely black eyes. Dinner was somehow cooked in a Babel of voices, served in a rush. and after ward their chatter rose above the hiss ing or dishwater and the clash of hot plates. Julia laughed herself tired at the nonsense. the mad plans, and un- trammelled dreams. Kennedy was to a girls college. little Mary wanted to live in ''Venith.' The boys were all to be rich; Peter, the oldest. drew his brothers into a long, serious discus the ideal private car. We'll have the finish mahogany, dye see?'' said Peter, and the walls and curtains of dark green velvet"
 Dark green 'velvet!'' Kennedy said. from the couch where she was sitting, busy with torn sleeve lining. "Oh, horrors! Why not red velvet and gold braid!"
 Peter asked be11igerently.
 ''Oh, grayish blue velvet" Lizabeth suggested rapturously. Very pale, you know, and silvery curtains" Kennedy agreed, and one gorgeous bluish-grayish-pinki rug. like the two-thousand-dollar one at the White House!'
 Well" Peter said, satisfied. And what colour upholstery? Dark blue might be beautiful" Julia submitted timidly. Dark blue-you're on, Miss Pagei'
 "Or a sort of blue brocade," Liza beth said dreamily.
 "And I'll tell you what we'll name the cars" George, the second brother. they've got to be named, Pete. We'll call the dinfng-car, 'Dinah,' and the sleeper, Bertha; do you see?'' The others shouted approval, Peter " a m nT1 O aT1f lat
 And we might call the observation car Luke'!'
 "oh. Peter!" Kennedy expostulated. laughing. She presently interrupted the completing details of the private train by general suggestions of bed. The four girls went upstairs together.
 "Oh, Mary. you've fixed everything, seeing that hats and wraps had been put away, and 8 couch made up in a large shabby bedroom. 'Lizabeth, protesting that she loved couch, set tied herself upon it with great satis- faction, Julia had a single bed, and Kennedy and the little Mary shared somewhat larger one.
 Julia watched the sisters with deep admiration; they were all tired, she knew, yet vigorous ablutfons went on in the cold little bathroom, and clothes were brushed and made ready for to- morrow's need. TEeir joyous talk was pitifully practical, Mary raising the dread topic of new shoes for Stephen the youngest, and Kennedy somewhat ruefully conceding that the shoes must be had, even at the cost of the needed gallon of olive oil.
 ''No salads for a month, and they're so cheap!'' she mourned. And that young terror seems to me to need shoes every week! Don't ever have sons. Miss Page, they're a heart scald wid the bou1d ways av thim! Stephen had nine pairs of shoes in eight months-that's true, isn't it, 'Lizabeth? For we were keeping accounts then while Dads will was in probate, we had to-
 ' "A good thing to have a will to fall back on,' said Julia.
 Even if we only inherited one hun dred and sixteen dollars apiece 'Lizabeth added.
 Dad had had Iosses-it wasn't any ones fault-everything went to smash" Kennedy supplemented in stantly. And of course when we found that Steve had been braking his coaster with his feet, that helped. But me-I'm going to have only girls five darling little gray-eyed girls with brown hair!"
 "I'd like a boy to start off with" 'Lizabeth said. 'He could take his sisters to parties-''
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