The Glenwood post., 1923-08-30

leg and given an airing In the drive
way. If FIJI Caesar needed exercise,
why not Bonnie Geraldine? So Lettie
reasoned. She was therefore in the
habit of giving Miss Bonnie frequent
promenades around the driveway,
which not only afforded healthful ex-
ercise but also exhibited the young
Plymouth Rock to any admiration that
might stray through the windows of
The Custard Cup.
She was startled by the sound of a
motor, rapidly approaching. Glanclng
up, she saw beautiful limousine
chugglng into The Custard Cup, cir
cumstance which had probably not
happened before since the earliest ten
ant had taken possession. Lettie was
so surprised that she forgot every
thing else, staring, open-mouthed, till
the limousine stopped beside her.
The big car contained only one per-
son, lady in a dark-blue suit and a
small hat cunningly formed of dark
blue wings. She was tall and slender,
with delicate features and creamy
skin. She Wore sable scarf; she car
ried a sable muff. Most evidently she
was in a hurry. Before the chauffeur
could spring from his seat, she had
opened the door of the car and started
to descend.
Lettie reused. "Hold on,' she cried
in alarm. "Wait till 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.
"what?" she gasped "what-
who"
Bonnie Geraldine" repeated Lettie
"Wait till l wind up her rope and kind
o. pull her in. If you was to trip In
1t, 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 Letties jealous
reefing in.
"Do you call that-that hen-Bonnle
Geraldine?'
"Uh-huh," beamed Lettie, fiatteret
by this attention to her pet. "Ain't II
grand name? 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 glovet
hand fluttered at her throat, loosed the
sable scarf. She stepped to the ground
Don't you think you might cal
your hen something more-more ap
propriate?" she inquired, with greater
composure.
Lettle shook her head violently
suits me- They're the swellest folk!
| know, and"
"Oh, then you know these people?"
Lettie tossed her head in disdain a
this literalness. 81 haint seen 'em, 1
that's what you mean; but golly, I've
seen their clo'es. SWEETEST clo'es yol
ever saw. have to hang round tn,
yard and watch 'em when they're dry
Ing, cause somebody might snltcl
'em; and If they should-Landy grea
Goshens, it'd bust The Custard Cul
to DaT ror Co.
The lady's interest had waned. Sh'
was looking fixedly mt the child's rag
| ged blue chnmbray. Lettie, with light
| ming reaction, resented the scrutiny
"What's the matter with this her
| rig?" she asked feellngly.
| Its familiarity" murmured th
| lady. "The same and yet not tn
samel VIII you tell me where Mrs
Penfield livesT"
Lettie, now cuddllng the cawk-cawk
| ing Bonnie Geraldine In her thin arms
sprang forward, her great black eve
shining with excitement.
"Jiminy, do you mean 1t? Are yo'
really coming to see us? Great guns
amt that the darndest good luck