New Britain herald. [microfilm reel] (New Britain, Conn.) 1890-1976, 1923-10-24
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Dr, BTaithaaite and his wife greet
ed me warmly. greeting which re'
turned with sincerity, fer ! am seiAs
inely fond Of nay sislerslaslaN and
her husband, u Is liking as stEons
as my aversion 10 niekyss other Sis
ter. Elizabeth Harrison, whose relas
tionship 10 her mother and sister
never have been able 70 explain ek-
eept by staaism. Then after a cordial
word 20 Lillian and Marion Harriet
BraithNaite turned 10 Dlekf,
"Richard, you absurd boy !" she
seolded. what did yen mean by pie,
turing your apartment In such awful
eolorss Why ii's charming !"
"pelightful," big Edwin hfslth'
waite, echoed. his eyes following his
wife's around the room which tele.
grnphed a glance Of appreciation aud
thankfuiness 10 Lillian. and preened
myself bit al Dieky's lock OF AS
tonished approval,
Lillian had soflened the old-fash-
toned and ugly electric chandelier
over the table with lmpromptn shades
fashioned from the soft-tinted paper
surrounding the flowers. and deeked
II with trailing vines. Instead OF
being the ugiest thing In the room
Il was suddenly the prettlest, strik-
Ing note which Lillian had carried
out In the decking OF the table be-
meath II. And the softened light
meliowed and lent beauty TO every
thing else In the room. Even the
atrocious coarse lace curtains nj the
windows became delicate and filmy
In the glamour of that eoloring.
enjoyed their inspection TO the
full. and then. remembering the
apartment upstairs exactly like our
own which ! had tried TO make COM
Portable was afraid would now APP
pear doubly unattractiye by con-
trast, ! hastened to explain.
II am afraid Dicly Is partly right.
Harriet. These rooms are awful
from an artistic standpoint, al
though they are clean and COM
Portable. But Mrs Underwood is a
genius at this sort of thing. and
turned her loose In here few min
utes ago with the results you see."
II thought lamped your fine |
Italian mitt." Dicky commented with |
a grandiose bow to Lillian. But,
Harriet" drawing chair forward
and putting her into 1t, II am afraid
daylight will compel your agreement
with me that 1t is nothing but a
dump, pure and simple"
II wish / had one like IT," his
sister retorted. and. remembering
Dicky's captious criticism, could
not resist flashing him triumphant
grin as ! answered:
You have the one directly above
this on the next floor Would you
like to so up there and rest for a
few minutes while ! get dinner on
the table?"
"Oh indeed would" she an
swered, promptly rising. How about
you, Edwin"
Her big husband looked up quizzl-
cally from the armchair in which he
had ensconced himself. Marion was
perched on his knee, and his strong
fine face wore the contented look
which the proximity of child al
ways brings to him.
III GU COuldnt drag me from this ,
spot with twice twenty wild horses"
he said firmly. Il will consent to
wash the, dust from my hands and
face before dinner, but 1 know
Madge will let me do that down
here"
The difference in the name each
gave me was indicative of the per- |
sonality of each. Harriet, who in
herits the dignity and precision of
her mother, always addresses me by
my full name of Margaret, although
do, not think she dislikes the dim t
nutive as does my mother-in-law.
But Edwin Braithwaite, famous sur 3
yeon, always calls me Madge, the a
name which Dicky has endeared to Ia