New Britain herald., 1926-09-30

of dresses. You can read what t says right here in the magazine Bouffant frock for evening wear. And in the end that was what Honey Lou got, "bouffant' eve- ming dress that made her think of a baby-p pink cloud when she saw it lying in readiness on the bed when she came home on Saturday afternoon.
 It was fairly foaming with lace ruffles, and little chiffon roses were caught in sprays under the lace. Beside 1t on the clean white counterpane lay little wreath of tiny roses.
 Are you sure girls are wearing wreaths in their hair, Mother?" she asked Mrs Huntley two hours later, when she was dressing.
 For answer her mother went out into the sitting room and brought back the fashion magazine.
 She turned over the leaves until she came to the page she wanted - whole page of photographs showing the latest hair ornaments. One of them was a picture of a wreath of little roses like the one she had made for Honey Lou.
 Still Honey Lou did not want to wear It, and she would not have worn it except for the hurt look that came into her mothers eyes.
 You think I don't know any thing, Honey Lou" she said, and there were tears in her voice. But I do. I wasn't always stuck in a five-room flat on a side street. When I was young I alwayt went to the Hunt balls down in Ken lucky and to two or three parties every week of my life. l had dol lars where haven. got cents today"
 And so Honey Lou wore the wreath. When she was dressed she looked more like the lItle Dresden china shephcrdess that ClDpl oil lilt iiltillA'l- IJlNNC lItlA oAlN looked like an everyday flappcr.
 When Jack Wallack came for her at seven o'clock, he stared. Man like. he did not know whether Honey Lou's dress was fashion able or not. All he could see was that she was springtime and apple blossoms and beauty.
 Gosh, but l like the way you look tonight he said. as they got into his car and started off.
 T hope I'm all right" she an- swered. Do you think I'm too fussy? How many people will there be thore?"
 "Only twenty or so," Jack said carelessly. Why? What do you care? You should worry!"
 But Honey Lou did worry. The nearer they got to Angela's home the more frightened she became She was sorry she had said she would go to this party, and if there had been any way out of it she would have turned back.
 The Allen house was a huge stone place that completely shad- owed the Wallacks' smaller house next door. As the roadster turned into the drive, burst of music came from it, and against a drawn curtain a shadow danced.
 They got out of the car and started up the wide stone steps But Honey Lou hung back and her eyes went to Jacks in wistful ap- peal.
 "Oh, I'm afraid,' she said. talk ing tight hold of his sleeve. q don't know any of these people"
 You know Angel" he reminded her, and just then the door of the house opened and Angela came out. 'Well, here your are at last, truants!" she greeted them gaily. We thought you were never com ing. You're terribly late"
 She turned up her blue-gray eyes to Jack in an angelic smile.
 If it weren't your twenty-sev- enth birthday" she told him, "Td never forgive you in this world"
 They went into a wide, bright hall. and she led Honey Lou up
 the stairs to her own room.
 There's powder and rouge in tn top drawer of my dressing table, i yeu seed ay," she saids ss sh.