Evening star., 1926-03-14

self: but seeing Dulcie looking like an
ad for a summer resort was annoying.
And to cap the climax. when we
were riding home viii actually hinted
that l was putting on weight.
Every one does after they have
children, Will" / explained, a shade
coolly. Rosie and Corinne and Mrs.
Kirsted and | had spoken of that that
very afternoon. 1t had satisfied us
all perfectly. but it didn't seem to sat
isfy Will.
II suppose the stuff YOU eat at those
bridge parties afternoons is fatten-
ing" he haZarded.
! said nothing to this, the fact that
we are quite, likely to have salads,
with lots Of whipped cream and
mousses and such things. making any
good answer rather difficult. But T
realized right then that with Dulcie's
return all my peace of the last two
months was imperiled. Already l be-
gan to see glimmerings of unrest
ahead.
But that was as nothing to the
glimmering I got the first Saturday
afternoon after her return home.
Will and Roger and Frank kirsted
and Howard had gone out to play
golf. as usual Rosie and Mrs. Kir
sted brought their children over and
parked them on our lawn. so that we
could sit on our porch together and
sew and watch them. I had made a
fresh marShmallOW cake and decided
to cut it and serve some lemonade and
make it real social occasion. l
called over to Dulcie to come. too, but
she didn't seem to be at home.
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DOSIE and Mrs. Kirsted We're com.
~ planning about their husbands go
ing away every Saturday afternoon to
play golf. They weren't bitter at all
about it. just pleasantly grumbling,
and though I really didn't mind much,
Joined in. There is nothing that
makes YOU feel 80 comfortable as,
when other women complain of their
husba nds. to realize that you've got
one to complain Of. too. / do feel
awfully sorry for unmarried girls.
Howard didn't eat any dinner at
all today" Rosie said plaintively. '1ie
never does Saturday Moons any more
Sister, don't put that in your mouth.
just bolts a few mouthfuls and
dashes for the golf course. And then
he comes home at six so hungry |
simply can't get enough supper to
satisfy him."
That's just the way Frank is. too.
said Mrs. kirsted. I've decided that
I'll have to have dinner at night on
Saturdays, though / loathe it
frankie. bring that to mother. Let
me see what you've picked up.-I hate
not to be able to get through the hot
work and to be cleaned up in the
't"il ic narfaftI&- awful h0ilt
golf" l went on. "Of course. I knew
he would be. though. He never uses
any sense about anything he takes
up. He no sooner gets into the house
than he's grabbed one of his clubs and
gone out to the ravine in back to
practice. And. as | told him. while I
don't mind his practicing putting.
whatever that is. all over our living
room rugs, when he asked me TO sit
still and let him try dropping balls in
my lap with Il maShie ! had to draw
the line
We all laughed comfortably. =
II used to be perfectly crazy about
golf myself before ! was married"
said Mrs. kirsted, 80 / can under
stand it. 1t makes me kind of home
sick to see Frank getting out his
clubs. If it weren't for frankie, I'd
like to take it up again.
We all sighed comfortably and said
how different your life was after you
had husband and baby or So
At five | served the lemonade and
cake, and we got to talking about
Betty Bartell, and quarter of six
ne girls We're just going.
Suddenly, as though an electric
switch had been touched. we all