The Monmouth inquirer., 1924-07-24
OBSERVATION-DISCLOSURES
Too NeighborIy
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Deane had hardly had time to hang
up his coat when the telephone bell
rang.
Gracious. there it goesl" said Mrs.
Deane. "Will you answer it, please,
Hal? MY hands are in the biscuit
dough-"
"What was i'll" she asked a little
later. when he entered the kitchen.
ooh, somebody who wished to let
Miss Rockwell know that she would
be fifteen minutes late to her music
lesson tomorrow morning. / ran
down to Mrs. RockweII's fiat and told
her."
'I'm glad 1t was you this time,"
Mrs. Deane laughed. Il must say. I've
had about all the telephone messenger
work I care for in one day"
tits no more than neighborly to
take message to her now and then,
Kate. She's a pretty little woman"
Eyes, she's a pretty little woman,
| all right" said Mrs. Deane. "And IL
| it were only now and then shouldn't
object to playing messenger boy. But
| it seems to me that every time start
to do anything am obliged to stop,
either to take some word to Miss
Rockwell or to call her to the phone.
Il think you must be oYertired to-
night my dear. It's not like you to
show impatience over such a small
matter" remarked Deane with ten
| der tolerance that his wife found
rather trying. will there be time for
me to shave before dinner?"
yes, while the biscuits are baking.
All, here's the phone again. Please
answer it."
Mrs. Deane smiled as she heard her
| husband open the door of the fiat and
run downstairs after word at the
telephone. This time he did not re-
turn to the kitchen to report, and she
did not see him again until they sat
down to dinner
please pass me one of those brown
boys, Kate" he said when he had
! carved. Your biscuits are trife
overdone, aren't they, my dear?"
"Oyerdone! Most of them were
burned to crisp. I thought we might
manage to eat these few that weren't
scorched quite so badly as the rest.
| It's certainly too annoying to have
perfectly good material wasted in this
way"
'Is the oven getting skittish?"
1.-THE oven is all right, thank you.
It's the telephone that's to blame. 1t
rang while you were shaving, so OF
course, I had the pleasure of going
i down TO Miss Rockwell. A new pupil
| had called up for an appointment, and
Miss Rockwell was rather undecided
| as to what answer to send. So / had
| to wait while she went thru her sche-
| dule, and by the time / had trans
mitted the message to the pupil the
| biscuits were well, as you say,
| tride oYerdone. Still, of course, it's
great privilege to be neighborly. And
especially as she is such a pretty little
| woman"
NOW, you know what / meant by
that, Kate And we ought not to
grudge a little trouble for anybody
who lives under the same roof with
US. But it is annoying, I'll admit,
when there are biscuits in the oven.
I dare say, however, that there won't
| be a repetition of the extreme tele-
phone activity"
| Those hopeful words had scarcely
left Deane's lips when the doorbell
rang. There was a little twinkle in
Mrs. Deane's eyes as she watched her
husband advance to the door, for she
was familiar with the double ring
| that had just sounded.
81 ran up to ask If / may telephone
my aunt, who isn't WELL" announced
Miss Rockwell, the moment the door
was opened. u had intended to run
around and see her tonight, but I'm
too tired after busy day. So, if you
don't mind, I'll just have little chat
with her over the phone"
"Now that I'm up here, I'll just ring
up one or two other friends that
wish to speak to-" called Miss Rock
well cheeriIy.
GO to it" answered Deane, in
tone that caused his wife to look at
him reprovingly, but which did not
dampen the ardor of their neighbor,
who did not finish her telephone con
yersations until after Mrs. Deane,
with her husbands assistance, had
washed the dishes and set the kitchen
and diningroom in order for break
fast.
Some time later Miss Rockwell fin
ished
Thanks, so much" she called, as
she hung up the receiver. q don't
know what l should do if it were not
for your kindness"
Great Caesar. there's the phone
again! l wonder if it can by any
chance, be for us"
mo, DEAR" answered Mrs. Deane in
a moment, Its for Miss Rockwell.
VIII you please just step downstairs
and tell her that Miss Baker viii not