New Britain herald. [microfilm reel] (New Britain, Conn.) 1890-1976, 1922-01-12

ana with the same delberation went
back to the house, returning "A few
minutes later with a younger man and
n woman, each bearing basket of the
most demonstrating peaches I ever
nave seen IN my life. hut the baskets
| had no covering whatever, and /
! qnaked at the vision which arose be-
| fore my houscwifcly mind as to the
appearance Of the peaches when our
journeys end should have been
reached.
"Bnt they're not covered" I ex-
postuated.
They don't have to be-" Dicky in
terrupted There's no room for
those baskets. I'll have to carry them
loose"
loose I"
Loose 20 My exclamation was al
most a shrek.
"of course. Now don't stage any
histories. / said loose and ! mean
loose Just come hereto the
farmer. I'm pile these suitcases on
the scat, and then you dump the
peaches on the bottom of the car"
Them suitcases won't bounce off
and smash the peaches, will thcy?"
The old man voiced the frantic
thought which was in my own mind.
| had a panic stricken vision of the
appearance OF the peaches and the
suitcases at the end of our journey If
Dicky persisted in his plan, The only
CLEAN of light in the whole situation
40 iDtn
only really good luggage Lillian and ]
own--our travelling bags In the
car with MS. Our suitcases are old,
almost at the point where they must
reach the lowest social level for all
luggage-that of parcel post carriers
but Dcky's luggage is all new and
good, and he is quite fussy about it.
No, the scat slants." Dickys voice
was curt as he answered the farmers
query, and the old man promptly took
the hint and came forward with the
peaches, prepared to pour them from
the basket into the bottom of the
car, The woman with him, after a
compromising feminine smile at the
vagaries of men, turned toward the
house after setting down her basket,
and as she did so, Lillian slipped out
of the tonneau door.
Say I want to see some jars of
jam" she whispered as she turned
toward the farmhouse, and | knew
that she had some scheme in her
mind for minimizing the effects of
Dicky's obstinacy.
"All Set -
Are you ready to start" Diclly de
manded when the last Of the peaches
had been dumped into the tonneau.
where's Liz"
| explained sedately.
Can you beat it?' He gestured
despairingly to the distant mountains.
u ask again. can you beat it? Hunt
ing for Jam when the cars are already
loaded to the guards, and we're vast
ing so much time that we probably
won't get home for three days"
He strobe up and down the road, |
Tuning, until Lillian appeared two
small glasses of Jam in her hands, the
farmer woman following her with a |
bulky bundle.
This lady suggests Lillian said in
IL lliSll, tlttl Noltt, tlldt ~ llllSIlt w
a good thing to protect the peaches
from the dust with these sacks, so
she's giving them to us"
The farmer looked in astonishod |
fashion at his wife and ] saw a CON
iugal signal for silence in her eyes.
and realized that she had not gwen.
but sold, the sacks to Lillian. But |
Dicky paid no attention to the little
byplay. He was sulkly examining the
tires of the car, and Lillian took the
bundle from the farm woman. UNI
rolled it. and with deft quickness
spread the empty sacks over the
peaches in the bottom Of the car,
Then she came over to the car | was
driving and climbed into it.
"All set !" she called gaily to Dicky.
Shall we start?'
For the love of Mike, yes !" Dicky
and ] lost no time in obey
ing his suggestion.
Those bags will protect the suit
cases a little" Lillian said, and if
there should happen to be any delay
on the road. YOU and | could rear
range things while the Dickybird
struggled with the repairs
Il hope your words won't he
] laughed but when he
were within two miles of Kingston
that one of the tires had blown out,