Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1927-01-16
Bf HELEN bEROEK.
Upright. 1927. ~ the PENS Publishing Co.

OF Gagged bird? Could he see beauty
! in sacrifice and ugliness in certain
sorts of success? Would he believe ir
/ Honey and Dabs, aes she Believed in
| them? OR would he be contemptuous
/ of Dabs shabbiness?
! She stood still for a long time, hold
! ing the little esquare of folded liner
! tightly in her two small hands And
| then suddenly she laughed II was
/ not bitter laughter. but there was In
! 4 trace of mockery: What did il
matter what sort OF a man Jack
Darien was? What had she to do with
/ Jack Darien or he with her? She was
! being silly. And she hated Stiffness
But the little singing in her heart
would not be still Shamefaced, she
tucked the handkerchief under her
pillow.
Perhaps I'll dream of him tonight, g
she told herself excusingly and to the
reflection of her hot face in the mir.
ror, ut wouldn't do any harm to
dream about him, anyway
And dream of him she did, a funny
tangled dream lie was at her birth.
day party But the other guests were
all animals. They were her own little
animals grown big. And he laughed
at them--laughed and laughed. And
he made her cry. You shall not
laugh at the people Honey and Dabs
like" she cried to him. And he went
on laughing. And then suddenly he
said. "Wil you marry me? Pm a
fairy prince And just as they had
been about to run away Tommy Car
ter had come in and said Damn him."
very loudly. And the room had be-
come empty of all the funny animal
guests and even of Jack Darien.
And Tommy had said, Don't cry
any more. He's gone.' And she had
cried as If her heart would break!
She woke up to a room filled with
bright sunshine and Honey standing
over her with big florists box.
| This just came"' said Honey,
yawning, and turned away. And,
full of her dream, Judy reached out,
her face the color of a rose, and took
the box.
From himp' her heart sang. He
laughed at my animalsr'
She tore away the string and laid
back the lid on nest of dewy roses.
Her fingers fumbled over the opening
of the white note.
But familiar writing looked up at
her from the page. She did not need
to turn to the daShing Tommy"
scrawled on the other page.
Her mouth turned down ever so
little. The rose flush died away.
'Silly!' she said to herself angrily.
He doesn't even know you're alive.
How on earth did you expect to get
flowers from him?'
The singing died away in her heart.
She read Tomny's note slowly.
Judy, dear:
'Ill bet this reaches you before
you're up. At least, l want 1t to. I've
been doing some thinking since / saw
you last night. If you won't let me
do for you one way, then l must find
some other way. Perhaps what l am
going to suggest will meet with your
ladyship's approval.
II know Garner Fields, the art
critic, very well indeed. He and my
dad have had lifelong friendship
with him for this afternoon. He will
look over Honey's pictures and give
you an honest opinion on them. Also,
If they are any good, he will try to
arrange an exhibition Of them. And
you know what that meansl
GO TO his studio at o'clock.
Love, TOMMY"
Judy jumped from her bed eagerly,
upsetting her roses. She flung a
shabby dressing GOWN about her,
stuck her small feet into a pair of
tiny. worn slippers and rushed out to
Honey and Dabs.
News she cried. happily, forget
ting her own dreams in the thought
of her pleasure.
She sank down beside them where
they were eating their breakfast and
poured out her news.