New Britain herald., 1922-02-04
What Dicky Said to Madge
 Near Dawn.

In Mrs. Ticer's homely parlanee, sdidnt need anybody to rock me to sleep" when l finally reached my room.
 Diclty had returned from his trip with his sister in a vile humor-,he is always exceedingly irritable when he's 0"ed-and announced his intention of going straight to his bod.
 Mrs. Harrison, however, who had iounged in rocker all day. was as fresh as any daisy ever quoted, and announced her intention of getting something 10 cat. In common courtesy l could not forsake her, and. besides. I guessed In what clutter she would leave the kitchen, a proceeding which always infuriates Katie. My little maids nerves would be "jumpy" enough the next morning. without finding what she would characterize as ''vun awful mess in her always immaculate kitchen.
 What Is That Bell?"
 My sister-in-law justified my fears. She cooked and ate an ample supper, messing up dish after dish. Then. calmly wishing me good might, she went to bed. To do her justice, know she did not think that l meant to clear up the kitchen. But I was glad enough to be rid of her ever lasting sweet smile not to wish her to help me. and I put things in the shape she had found them before went to the room l was 10 share with Dicky.
 I looked at Katie's window before l finally went to bed, but if was dark, and I knew that she was either asleep or had purposely extinguished the light so l would not come to her.
 Dicky was snoring audibly when I finally reached our room, q sound which usually effectualy banishes sleep from me, but I had not been in bed whole minute. believe. before all consciousness had slipped from me, not to return until the sound of the tiny alarm clock l had slipped beneath my pillow had awakened me at the hour Lillian wished us to arise.
 What ! What What the dickens is that bell"
 Dicky started up in bed, paving at the air.
 l made hasty. guilty movement toward my pillow and t"ied to get the clock, which had stopped for a few seconds intermission. But it began to ring again, just as my hand touched the pillow. and Dicky, dashing aside the pillow, picked up the clock, wrenched the alarm off and threw the little thing across the room, where it crashed against the wall, making a jagged hole in the pretty wallpaper we had put on so recently.
 Madge Gets Even.
 Perhaps that'll teach you not to be so brash with that cursed thing v he growled as he burrowed his head into the pillow again. '0f all the incon- siderate women in the world, you're the worst. Here l didn't get to sleep until midnight and you set an alarm clock at my ear for six in the morn- ing. Well, thank goodness, you won't set that devilish alarm clock off again, and I'll scrap any other one you ever bring here again :"
 l knew there was some justice in | Dicky's viewpoint. He had put in a | strenuous day, and needed several hours more sleep. But my day and | night had been much more stressfu than his, and I did not know when the day l was beginning so early would end.
 But his wanton destruction of the clock and marring of the wallpa per | made me furiously angry. Although ! was able to keep my lips closed and !! make no retort to his insulting little | tirade, yet my wrath kept burning all | the more dangerously for the repres- | sion. And as l dressed noiselessly and | rapidly, l found myself turning over in my mind wild, childish schemes for getting even with him.
 The bed in which we had slept was q low one, and close to it--on Dickv's side-was a soft. thick rug. Noting this l carefully tiptoed to a closet, brought two or three thick quilts and | laid them on the rug. Then, first | being sure that l needed nothing more from the room, and leaving the door ajar for a quick getaway, I advanced | to the bed and with one mighty jerk | brought him spra wiling from the bed | to the floor. Then I bounded to the door and looked back, laughing at the |