New Britain herald., 1926-06-12
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saw the tears that glinted in her eyes as she bent over to push back the hood of the baby carriage.
 "Of course he's wonderful" he answered. But his troubled eyes were on Sylvia's averted face.
 What have. you been doing be- sides taking care of this wonderful ,child?" he asked, as they settled back against the bench and Sylvia picked up a second pair of Ranny's socks.
 She shrugged her shoulders. "You men seem to think that taking care of house-washing and ironing and cooking-is mere childs play" she answered lightly. Let me tell you it's a full-time job, and no mis- take! I've had plenty to keep me busy,"
 Peters eyes were on her hands, when he answered. as if he won Idered how anything so slender and small could do family washings and ironings.
 Have you kept up your music 2" he said. That was what l meant. Sylvia, your singing lessons?"
 She shook her bent head and threaded another needle.
 No" she answered. We haven't bought piano yet. and l really haven't had time to study. Aunt Agony keeps threatening to send Miss Sharp over 10 give me a les son once 0 week, but" Her voice trailcd off to silence.
 You ought not to give up your singing. You had the lovelest voice ] ever listened to. You could make 1 something of it." Peter said, quiet ! ly. If l had anything to say about l it I'd make you go on training that voice of yours. It's sin not to-" Sylvia pretcnded not 10 hear him. She leaned across him and picked up one of the books he had with him. It was Galsworthy's Man Of ! Property"
 q haven't read this" she re- marked, turning the leaves of it. Whats it &ll about?" 1 Peter looked straight ahead Of him at the sunlit grass and trees. i Its about q woman who falls in love with a man who's building house for her husband" he answer ed, "and so she won't live with her husband. She leaves him"
 That couldn't happen. At least I don't see how it could happen. said Sylvia. T don't believe very many women ever care for more than one man. Men, Of course, are different. They fall in love every time they see new face"
 What makes you think a fool thing like that?" Peter asked sharply. He had turned and was i looking at her narrowly.
 Sylvia's face was flushed a little and her eyes sparkled like blue i stars as she raised them to Peters honest brown ones.
 1 She bit her lip. How could she tell him that Ranny had told her ithat most men had little love af- 1 fairs every now and then? She just couldn't. in all loyalty to Ranny. ! So she said nothing. ! "T don't know where you wom- , cn get the idea that men aren't as ! faithful 10 one woman as women are usually 10 one man." Peter said after a long and pai..ful silence. Men are every bit as moral as women. I don't believe that a man who really cares for his wife ever looks at another woman. And when YOU say flat men fall in love every l time they see a new face you're talking through your hat!" l He raised his eyes to Sylvia's hat the old brown, rain-stained hat of black Bangkok straw that she had | been wearing for two years. And then they dropped to her dress-it was two years old, too-and on down to her patched shoes. | The thing was over in second. But Sylvia had seen that glance and long after Peter had gone, she sat. hot with shame, looking down at her old shoes and the faded print dress that had been washed and washed until it had no color left in it!
 Well. I am getting to be a Gin .derella!" she thought, with a kind 'of dull anger sweeping through her "Tu have to ask Fanny for some money tonight--some real money for some new clothes!'
 She asked him for 1t that night, after supper, when the baby had been put to sleep and The Nest was wrapped in quiet.
 You see, l haven't really needed clothes before" she fibbed to him, sitting on the arm of his chair. "1 couldn't go out much when the baby was coming, but now I'll start go' ing out little, I suppose.
 Without looking up he answered her: "All right, you don't have to preach a sermon about it--my bill- fold is on my dresser, with my keys and watch. Bring here"
 His watch was lying open on the ton of the dresser, and fitted into the lid of it was the snapshot of a girl in bathing suit--a slim little thing with kind of lure in the pose of her body flung out on the sand
 "who Is she?" Sylvia asked her self, picking it up.
 There was something familiar about the little heart-shaned face with its upturned nose and bee stung lips.
 Then suddenly it came to her where she had seen that cunning, saucy face before right here in this very room! The girl was Sally March's little sister, "Puss."
 An. then. it was she who owned the blue handkerchief, embroidered with an "M.r'-"M" for March"
 Sylvia stood looking down at the snapshot for a full minute, then picked up the watch from the dress CT and carried it into the living room where Fanny was.
 She nIaced the keys in his right