Eagle River review. [volume] (Eagle River, Wis.) 1890-1927, 1923-10-25
Florence Bingham Livingston
Copyright by George H. Doran Company

in alarm. wait till 1 get Bonnie Ger
aldine out of the way"
With one daintily shod foot on the
running board, the lady paused She
swayed slightly. Her hurry seemed to
desert her.
"Whatw she gasped. what
who"
Bonnie Geraldine" repeated Lettie
''Wait till I wind up her rope and kind
O. pull her in. If you was to trip in
it, you might throw her."
The lady's beautiful dark eyes fol-
lowed the length of shop-twine to the
bunch of speckled feathers, now con-
siderably agitated by the general COM
motion and also by Lettie's Jealous
reefng In.
'Do you call that-that hen-Bonnie
Geraldine9"
"Uh-huh," beamed Lettie, fiattered
by this attention to her pet. "Ain't it
grand name? I took it from two
swell girls. She's going to be a society
hen when she grows up"
The lady appeared to be having
trouble about breathing. Her gloved
hand fluttered at her throat, loosed the
sable scarf. She stepped to the ground.
Don't you think you might call
your hen something more-more APP
propriate?" she inquired, with greater
composure.
Lettie shook her head violently.
"Suits me. They're the SWEETEST folks
know, and"
ooh, then you know these peoples"
Lettie tossed her head in disdain at
this literalness. IT hain't seen 'em, if
that's what you mean; but golly, I've
seen their clo'es. SWEETEST clo'es you
ever saw. have to hang round the
yard and watch 'em when they're dry
ing, cause somebody might snitch
'em; and If they should-Landy great
Goshens, it'd bust The Custard Cup
to pay for 'em.''
The lady's interest had waned. She
was looking fixedly at the child's rag
ged blue chambray Lettie, with light
ming reaction, resented the scrutiny.
whats the matter with this here
rig?" she asked feelingly.
Its familiarity" murmured the
lady. "The same ard yet not the
same! Will you tell me where Mrs.
Pen1eld lives?"
Lettie, now cuddling the cawk-cawk-
ing Bonnie Geraldine in her thin arms,
sprang forward, her great black eyes
shining with excitement.
Jimmy, do you mean it? Are you
really coming to see us? Great guns,
stint that the darndest good luck
EV'rybody 'roundll be jealous when
they see what caller we roped in.
Follow mel"
With an air of Importance as expan-
sive as a drum majors, Lettie darted
in front of the limousine lady and led
the way toward Number At. But at
the entrance to the alley they ran into
youngster with auburn hair and big
blue eyes that opened wide and wider
in delighted amazement. He was
wearing the pink plaid which had been
made down from a garment once worn
by Miss Bonnie Weatherstone.
The lady stopped short. "Who-
who is this?"
Its Thad," calculated Lettie, some
what impatient over this superfuous
detail. Hes my little brother-or he
would be If he was any related 1T all.
Here, Thad, take Bonnie Geraldine
round to her coop and be sure and
fasten the Stats. She's precious hen,
SO you look lively or you'll have me to
reckon with. Now" AS she slid the
big door on it's creaking wheels, she
turned her attention again to the caller
you hain't told me who you are. /
gotta tell Penzie."
"0h, yes. Tell her. Mrs. Weather
stone"
Lettie paused with the door half
open. "Holy smoked" she gasped.
'You don't mean it! Land, I'm glad
to see you at last. Come right along
in, and set anywhere you like. That
there chairs the best one, though, if
you ask me. I'll speak to Penzie."
She darted into the kitchen, closing
the door behind her with great fore
thought She returned imm adiately.
.'Penziell be in right away" she re-
ported. "She's ironing somep'n and
can't stop in the middle. Just make
yourself to home"
Launching this formal hospitality
with only the vaguest idea of its sig
nificance, she was contented when
Mrs. Weatherstone merely continued
to sit.
Lettie made conversation. Flows
your health, Mrs. Weath'stone"
The. lady's lips danced, but she an
swered as a lady should. 'Tm very
well, thank you. How are your
"Oh, mel" returned Lettie jauntily.
I'm as strong as a cow. I've made
as many's twenty trips today,
guess"
Mrs. Weatherstone seemed not to be
familiar with the phraseology of
dumps. Her dark eyes strayed to a
packing box.
care you moving?" she inquired, in
some perplexity.
sLand, no." cried Lettie in astonish-
ment. "Them - why them are beds.
Look here!" She sprang up and gave
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