New Britain herald., 1924-09-02
The Curious Question Katherine
 Asked Madge

When l returned to the living room l found Molhe Fawcett stand ing by the windows, with Marion and Junior on each side of her, the tongues of all three merrily wag- ging, as Lililan's daughter and my small son chanted the pleasures of the farm.
 Didn't you ever live on d farm?" Marion was demanding wondering ly.
 "once for two weeks, I stayed in the country" the girl replied, and with my memory of Mrs. Marks story. l. guessed that her two weeks outing was the gift of some fresh air organization.
 I surmised something else also, that the girl was wild to get out doors. and realizing that for all her dignity and knowledge of the world gained almost without her volition from her city environment, she was in reality a child. but few years older than Marion, I issued quick mandate:
 Get your wraps, children, and take Miss Fawcett out for run around the farm. Be sure to show her everything"
 Mollie Fawcett turned a glowing face to me.
 "oh! Thank you so much!" she said, then with a quick dismayed glance at the dress of mine which she was wearing, she added. But ought I to go in this gown"
 'We'll remedy that at once" l smiled. "Just come up with me to my room. Marion will you get Jun sor ready to go out, please?"
 Siollie Is Puzzled
 "Of course, Auntie Madge, " Marion responded with the lovable Slacrity which SO endears her to all her friends. and as Mollie FawCett and I'left the room, the girl looked back.
 "She is so beautiful and charm Hg," she said heartily.
 "Yes," I assented, she is very like her mother"
 The look of blankness in Mollie Fawcett's face. reminded me that she did not comprehend me, and l added hastily:
 "she is Mrs. Underwood's daugh- Der"
 But I thought"
 She cut the question off short, and Flushed painfully. I knew that she was remembering the rebuff I had given her when she had spoken of Harry Underwood, and with the mental comment that after all nc harm could be wrought by telling her the truth, I finished her ques' m for her.
 That Marion's name was Nor
 I? It is. Her mother afterwarC married Mir. Underwood, the mar you met this morning, but they ar' now separated, although stil friends"
 Mrs. Graham" Her voice wal tense, almost quivering. Please dt not think I was quizzing you. Rea. l! I was curious, they were simply idle questions. I am sorry"
 "How Ridiculous:"
 "Please don't waste anothe thought on it." returned, disarmet by her plea and secretly wondering at her diction, until l remembered Mrs. Marks story of the girls de termined efforts to educate herself 'aThey were perfectly natura queries. Now let us see what cal ind for you"
 I rummaged in my closet, am Brought out a rough tweed walking skirt, a blouse and sweater.
 "There!" I said putting them oi my bed. "Just get into those, whil ask Mrs. Bickett about some shoes Those of mine are too big for you [ can see"
 sThere are very comfortable" sh kaid. with brave and smiling pre- earication, but I hurried across tn hall to Katherine's room, com mandered a pair of old walkln shoes, took them back to Mollie and sent her down stairs after sh had donned them with an iniunctio to stay out in the air for a goo long ran1ble.