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linen in public, neither did they air
their clean linen there, and this mere
absence of anything to talk about
caused the gossips to talk volubly
about them.
The neighbor, Mrs. Prentiss. was
deeply curious and spent much Of
her insomnia at her west window.
hoping for u cloud as big as a mans
hand to appear, that she might draw
some conclusions as to the family
status.
So far, she had been unsuccessful.
The Heaths lived most naturally and
ordinarily. Now and then they had
to parties. He went to the club,
both went to church. \ more
imagined. Yet Mrs. Prentiss, per-
haps in the vagaries Of her insom-
MIA. had a persistent intuition that
there was fly in the Heath oint-
ment, and she was determined to
swat it..
The bungalow of the artist was
long frontcd house. shinglcd and
painted white. With the superior
taste Of the Harbor Gardens crowd.
he scorncd such things MS living
rooms. sun parlors, breakfast al.
coves and sleeping porchcs.
The whole of the middle Of the
house was one great room, called
the lounge. which had doors hack
and front, and from which the stair
case ascended. Then. one end was
the studio, spacious and we'll light.
cd, and the other end, the dining
room. That was all. save for the
long rear extension back of the din
ing room, which housed the kitch-
ems and servants quarters.
Owing to the large size Of the
rooms there was ample space up
stairs for many chambers. guest
rooms and baths.
A wide brick terrace ran along the
whole front Of the house, and the
back doors o~ened onto the garden.
Though the lounge was attractive,
and planned with an eye to COM
also a comfortable coy room, and
oftener than not. family and guests
gathered there to smoke and talk, /,
for Perry Heath was never too busy
to stop work.
Il was on q soft. lovely evening
in hate June that the two Heaths
sat there with two house guests,
who, As they figure largely in this
story, may as well be described here.
Bunny Moore. whose real name
was Berenice. was the girl guest,
and she was beautiful with the lowell
ness of youth. Though nearly
twenty-five. she looked no more than
eighteen. and her golden. bobbed
head. her big blue eyes and her un-
necessarily touched up complex
were of that Dresden china variety
that, in its perfection, Is perhaps
the faireyt thing God ever made.
Eight years younger than her
hostess. they were home town
friends, and Bunny was happily
spending a month at the Gardens.
In her Paris frock, which was
merely a wisp of orchid-colored chif-
fon, Bunny looked like a French doll.
But she was far from being Of a
doll.like nati1re.
II say" she remarked. as her we'll
redeemed lips opened to allow the
words to come out and cigaret to
enter, "any of the hilarious populace
coming to dinner"
rNo," said Myra, her pale, nps
lazily smiling. as She glanced ut
Bunny. "Wc're all alone. After din
ner, we'll have q spot. Of bridge and
tuck in early"
"Fine!" Bunny said. II think III
wash my hair. Don't want to trail
down to New York just for that.
Katie can help me dry it."
Eyes. after she comes in,' Myra
acquiesced. ''It's her night out
'sI1l help you dry it," volunteered
Larry Inman. the other guest He
was distant relative of Myra's. a
second or third cousin, once or twice
removed, but he traded on the rela-
tionship to come now and then for
visit.
He was wholesome looking, we'll
set up chap, with dark, crisp hair
and red brown eyes. Tall, broad
shouldered and athletic, in his white
flannels, he looked typical sum
mer guest, and Perry Heath often
said, he wasn't a bit crazy over
Larry. but he tolerated him around
because he fitted into the atmo-
sphere.
Inman's face in repose was somber,
smiled all was. forgiven and he won
Bunny liked him lot, and though
they were eternally sparring, they
were the best Of friends.
"'rraid not" she returned. "the
ceremony has to take place in my
bathroom, and Myrs is such an old
fuss whore the proprieties are con-
'cerned."
A maid entered. pushed q peram-
bulat0r which was really = small
cellaret. She brought it to rest in
front Of Heath, who vt once set him
self to the business Of mixing cock
tails.
Myrs. from her lounge chair.
studied the msid critically. But she
could find nothing to censure. Cap,
apron and personal attitude were all
perfection, for Katie was quick to
learn and Myra was Thorough and
competent teacher.
Though there Wis supposed to be
about the house the careless and in
formal air always associated with
studio or : bungalow, Myra Heath's
housekeeping inSkipcts rebelled, and
she was most punctilious in the mat
tsrs Of domestic etiquette.
So Katie took the glasses from
Heath, on her perfectly appointed
tray, with it1 caviare caAapes and
Tiny napkins and served them pro-
Bst after that sks was allowed to /
leave the room. and adividends" were
pottionsd out by Heath himself.
S&otten to have 4 snoopy maid
srouMd," 10 erdw3ode McoektailD
Ihould Be ebsorbed only - the bosom
q ohe'g own family