New Britain herald. [microfilm reel] (New Britain, Conn.) 1890-1976, 1927-07-13

, pantry for a pitcher of iced tea an
| some cold fried chicken on a blu
platter.
I'm awfully glad you happene'
out here tonight, Sally" she said
pouring the tea into two tall ambe
glasses and decorating them will
sprigs and fresh mint. Il wanted t
talk to you about scheme of mine
II you hadn't dropped in, / was go
ing to call you up at the office TO-
morrow.
Aunt Emily hardly ever went tt
the Jerome flat. Her sister-in-law'!
ways drove her frantic. so she said
Her "slippy-come-sloppy ways
she called thcm-lying in bed til al
hours of the morning, and sitting by
the hour reading silly books. She
couldn't understand such habits, fol-
the life of her!
Tonight Sally saw that she had
some thing on her mind. There was
little frown between her brows
and her mouth. always straight and
firm, was set with a sort of grim
determination.
you bring along the iced tea and
that bowl Of Jelly, and we'll sit
down and talk in peace" she said
briskly. I'm sorry I haven't any
thing hut pickup supper for you"
Pickup support" exclaimed
Sally, why, this is feast!"
She knew that her aunt expected
her to say that. Aunt Emily was
always apologizing for the meals
she set upon her table, knowing full
we'll that they were wonderful
meals. She liked to be told that they
were feasts and that there was no
cooking in the world like her cook
ing.
There were cucumber rings,
plate Of sugar cookies, half of an
almond cream cake on the little
table in the dining room now. be-
sides the chicken, the rolls, and the
iced tea.
81 suppose I'd better ask her to
lend me the money I've got to have
before she gets started on her own
affairs" thought Sally, when the
meal was almost over. For when
her aunt started to talk, there was
no turning her aside from her sub
ject.
Aunt Emily" she was beginning,
when Aunt Emily opened her own
lips and drowned her out.
c. ho sol
made made up my mind not to go
back to school teaching this fall"
Sally's dark blue eyes widened
with establishment. .. Aunt En-
lily not going to teach school this
fall, Why. it was unthinkable. Aunt
Emily had been teaching school
ever since Sally could remember.
For goodness sake!" she gasped.
"Why, what on earth are you going
to do? Go to Europe?"
For years and years Aunt Emily
had been promising herself trip
to Europe TO see little something
besides sign-boards and Ford cars"
as she said tartly.
mo, indeed" she replied. I'm
going to get into business-let's go
out on the front porch and get
breath CT fresh air. It's mighty hot
in this room-the sun just bakes it
all afternoon"
They went out and sat, side by
side, on the top step, in the cool of
the evening. Beyond the green
patch of lawn and the hedge, the
despised automobiles went by In
endless procession.
II get so sick of looking at them"
said Aunt Emily, who would have
loved to own one herself.
Sally barely heard her. =. =. II
Aunt Emily was going into business,
she told herself, she wouldn't dare
ask her for the loan of that money.
Aunt Emily would need every nick
ell of her money herself.
'And besides. 7 owe her fifty or
sixty dollars now thought Sally,
unhappily.
what are you going to do,
Aunt ?" she asked.
Aunt Emily laughed.
well, nothing very grand" she
said. I'll probably fail at it, but
then again, perhaps I wont. I'm
going to turn this house into a
waysidc inn g. I'm going to
start by serving chicken dinners on
Sunday. Everybody tells me I'm a
good cook"
you are!" Sally assured her
But you're a good school teacher,
too! And school teaching is such
nice job-such a ladylike job"
Her aunt shifted. Yes and I've
been doing it for exactly % years,
and I'm sick of it. I want some
thing new-something that I'm not
sure I can do. Something that isn't
an old story" She seemed to bite !
down on the words, and through /
the bluegra dusk, Sally could see
her eyes snap with enthusiasm and
energy.
yes sir-ee-ee she added, with !
a nod of her head Something
that's going to keep me hopping"
She turned to the girl, suddenly. |
Want to take chance with me?"
she asked. Il have a notion I'm