The Wolf Point herald. (Wolf Point, Mont.) 1913-1940, 1926-09-23

cupful OF coffee. Lydia. that Tres.
Of yours Is real dirty. You get int
something else and I'll wash II our
today
81 haven't got much of ANYTHING
else to get into. have |, LIzzIe?
except my Sunday dress"
"You are dreadful short OF
clothes. child. what with the grow
and the way you climb trees. I'm
trying to save enough out OF the
grocery money to get You a couple
more of them galatea dresses for
when school opens. but Iand-vour
poor mother was such a hand with
the needle, you used to look a per-
feet picture. There warned by
the sudden droop of Lydia's mouth,
Il tell you, you'll be in and ont of
the water all day. anyhow. Both
Of you get into the bathing suits
your Aunt Emily vent you"
"All right" answered Lydia. So
berly. wouldn't you think Aunt
Emily would have more sense than
to send all those gr0wn-up clothes?
who did she thinks going TO make
'em over, now"
Il don't know. child. The poor
thing is dead now. anyhow. Folks
Is always thoughtless about char
fty. Why | wasn't taught to sew.
don't know. Anyhow, the bath
ing suits she got special for YOU
two"
you bet your life, I'm going to
learn how TO sew" said Lydia. rrs-
ing to unite the baby's bib. "Tm
practieing on Florence Dombey.
Mother had taught me straight
seams and had just begun me on
over and over. when"
"Over and over repeated the
baby, softly.
Lizzie put out a plump. toll
SCARED hand and drew Lydia to
her. "There, dearie Think about
other things. What shall poor old
LIZ fix you for lunch?"
The child rubbed her bright
cheek against the OLD woman's fad
to me, Lizzie" she said with a
sigh. Then after a moment she ex-
claimed, eagerly, "Ohi Lizzie. do
you think we could have a deviled
egg? Is 1t too expensive?"
you shall have a deviled egg IL
| have to steal it. But maybe YOU
might dust up the parlor a bit while
| get things ready"
Lydia established little Patience
on the dining-room floor with a
linen picture book, brought In a
broom and dustpan from the kitch-
en- and began furiously to sweep
the parlor. When the dust cleared
somewhat she emerged with the
dustpan heaped with sweepings and
the corners of the room still I'M
touched. Then with a sense of
duty well done, she lifted little Pa
thence and carried her up into the
little bedroom.
The bathing suits were pretty
blue wooden things. and when the
two presented themselves TO Lizzie
In the kitchen the old woman ex-
claimed, well, IL ever I seen two
fairies"
"A thin one and a fat one,"
chuckled Lydia. push the baby
carriage down over the steps for
me. Lizzie, and I'll prepare for our
long, hard voyage"
Patience was established in her
perambulator with her linen pic
ture book. Florence Dombey was
at her foot, with Men of
The bits Of cigar box and
the knife packed in a pasteboard
box were tied to one edge of the
carriage. Patience's milk. packed
In a tin pail of ice, was laid on top
of Men of Iron" The paper bag
Of lunch dangled from the handle
bar and Lydia announced the prep
arations complete.
The way to the lake shore led
under the maple trees for several
Then the board walk turned
abruptly to a marsh high
grown now with ripening cat-tails.
safely crossed the marsh.
the walk ended in a grass-grown
Lydia trundled the heavy ]
)erambulatOr with some difficulty
along the path. The August sun
vas hot. She painted. "You are :
fat, babyl Darn 1t, l wish
a a bicycle !!
"Ahoy there. Hard aport with
Tour helm, mate" came a shout
behind her. A boy in a bright
ed bathing suit jumped off a BIZ
,ycle. :
Hello, Kent !" said Lydia. :
"Hello, %yourselfl" returned Kent. !:
Wait and I'll hitch to the front :
Lxle." :
He united a stout cord from his /:
landle-bars and proceeded to fasten I:
from his saddle post to the per :
m%bulator. Lydia watched him :
18th a glowing face. She was de- (:
oted to Kent, although they quar- :
oled a great deal. He was a hand
ONE boy, two years Lydia's senior; :
OF tall for his years, but already :
road and sturdy, with crinkly hair .
nd clear, black-lashed brown eyes. :
lis face was round and rudy I'M :
er its summer tan. His lips were :
Ill and strOng-an aggressive, jOl- :
boy, with a quick temper and a :
enerOus heart. He and Lydia had :
cen friends since kindergarten :
avs. :
I'm going to stay in the VIII :
all day." said Lydia. Don't :
} too fast. Kent" :
"Dft-up! Dit-up, horsy" :
,reamed little Patience. :
The path, after a few moments. :
lifted to the lake shore. The wa :
II there Tapped quietly on q sandy :