New Britain herald., 1926-10-23
WHY DON'T YOU CHARGE TEEM?" SHE ASKED SUDDENLY

ing. Her shining eyes were on the cobwebby rose-point lace.
 Her mother shook it out. It was a great square piece. as big as q table-cloth. One Of the few lam fly treasures that Mrs. Huntlcy had saved from the long-ago days of her glory.
 "A wedding yeil," Honey Lou cried. In a twinkling she had it in her hands and was throwing it over her head. It swept around her like cloud of mist.
 Honey Lou" Take it off" Mrs. Huntley's soft voice was full of alarm. lis bad luck to try on your wedding veil,-Take it eff, I say"
 The girl laughed. "oh, Mother, don't be 50 silly" she said. lifting the lace from her head. How could it bring me bad luck to throw that piece of stuff over my head?-How can you believe in such things?"
 Mrs. Huntlcy pressed her lips together, and carried the lace back into her bedroom.
 T want to show it to Mrs. Wal lack when she comes, this after noon," she said, presently. T want her to know that even if We arc melodies now. We were some bodies once upon a time!'
 At four o'clock Aunt Lucy came over, bringing the afternoon pa- per with her to show Honey Lou the announcement in it. There it was-the very first paragraph in the society column!
 Mrs. Georgine Moody-Huntloy announces the engagement of her daughter. Harriet Louise, to Mr. John Wallack, junior, son of Mr. and Mrs. John Wharton Wallack of Summit Street"
 Aunt Lucy read it aloud.
 "Weu," she said. when she had finished, T must say Georgine, you married this girl off well. l hope you manage just as well with Margret."
 Her tone was doubtful - who could expect a plain, sober girl like Margret to make the match that a raving beauty could make?
 "Margret will probably marry Stephen Mayhew. He's here all the time." Mrs. Huntley answered comfortably Now that Honey Lou was out of his reach, she be- gan to have hopes that Steve and Margret would hit 1t off as they should.
 But there was not a word from Steve, as the days went by. Honey Lou did not notice his absence, so busy was she in shopping and try ing on the wonderful white satin dress that Miss Sadler was making for her.
 It was the only thing that was being made at home. She and her mother were buying all the other clothes that she needcd--a plain blue serge street dress. a little eve ming frock of clear red silk, white underthings, and a ki- mono of pale-bluo Japanese silk with cherry blossoms of pink.
 Mother where are you getting l all the money for these things?" i asked Honey Lou one day when | shN and Mrs. Huntley were choos- | Ing a dozen pairs of thin chiffon stockings in all the shades Of i. gray. You're not breaking into the savings for the house, are you?"
 That had been their dream. for years-to have little house, i somewhere, just big enough for l he three of them. A little house | with a backyard where they could i grow vegetables and flowers. A title front porch where they could | sit on warm gray-blue summer | nights. Neighbors-friends.
 Mrs. Huntley only set her lips i together firmly, as she always did i when she did not want to answer | questions.
 T just wonder If you'd better i have silver slippers or white satin l ones with your wedding dress" | she unused. running her hand i sheer chiffon stocking, !
 "Mother, Tell me - are you spending the money for the house on these things of mine' Answer | me. please!" persisted Honey Lou.
 Her mother frowned. "Hush!" | she whispered. "The saleswomen ! will hear you! What if I do spend ! part of that money on you? It's l not much, and you only get mar ried once in a lifetime"
 She had been married twice, | herself. but she never seemed to i remember it when she was mak- ing a point.
 At any rate. the silver slippers