New Britain herald., 1922-03-21
Why Dicky Lost One Point and
 Won Another.

Feminine moods and reactions are curious things, almost as odd as those characteristic Of the masculine mind,
 I had been exalted almost to hero worship of my husband which l had listened to the war reminiscenGfs Of himself and pr, McDermott, But the curtness and the evident distaste with which he met my enthusiastic com ment when the little physician had departed from the hotel suite chilled my ardor effectnally and made me captious, unreasonable and unhappy.
 slept but iitfuIly in the comfort able but strange bed. and wakened in the morning just as the first daylight appeared beneath the window cur tains with a vague feeling of depres- sion, which deepened 10 positive pet tishness as l heard Dicky snoring there was no softening name for it. In the bed next mine.
 l rose upon my elbow and looked at him sprawled comfortably upon his back with his mouth open, Even so goodlooking chap as my husband could not overcome such a handicap,
 
 looked like anything but the romantic hero l had put upon shrine while l listened to the little doctors saga
 l was going along very comfortably in a pettish inventory of the deepin- ing ines-imperceptible when he is awake and anmated-which the years were bringing to Dicky's face, when I chanced to get another salutary glance of my black eye and discolored fore head in the mirror. shuddered at the thought which came to me of the marrow escape I had had by awakening early. Suppose Dicky had awakened first and had inventoried my appearance
 I crept out of bed noiselessly and bathed and dressed without widening Dicky. Years of housekeeping gives one the advantage of knowing the breakfast tastes of ones family, so with the bedroom door closed, tele- phoned an order to the dining room for grapefruit, cereal bacon, eggs mullins and coffee for two, with the certainty that Dicky would approve of and enjoy the meal.
 "ReaI COnsideratc."
 He called to me as I hung up the telephone, and as l opened the bed room door I saw that his morning mood matched my own.
 What's the big idea ?" he demand ed grossly. Here you are getting up in the middle of the night and walk ing everybody in the hotel Do you think they'll send up breakfast at this time in the mornng?"
 His irritation put the match to mine. But the thought of the task had before me put out the flame all most before it had kindled, and was able to smother my resentment and to answer him with disarming mat fer-o factness.
 They said they would serve it in half an. hour" returned, "so you won't have to hurry"
 "I won't?" Dicky drawled provok- ingly. Isn't that sweet of you? Iteal consderate, call it. But if you think I'm going to get up to breakfast in half an hour you've got several more thinks coming. that's all. Eat my order yourself or countermand tits all one to me. And for goodness sake shut that door again. I'm going to sleep
 I obeyed with furtive smile, know ing that although just now he be- lieved every word he was saying, yet he would appear at breakfast never theless. Dicky's bark and bite bear the traditional ratio, lesson which learned long ago, but which cost me many bitter and unnecessary tears in the learning.
 gOh, Dicky "'
 That he would grumble all through the meal I also felt assured by eX- perience, and, therefore, was agree ably surprised by his evident good humor when he appeared in the sitting-room just after the waiter came in with the breakfast
 Now what's the program" he asked when the waiter had served the grapefruit and we were discussing it..