New Britain herald., 1927-12-27

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 sors and combs and brushes straight
 on her dressing table. There was
 pale pink powder scattered around
 the embroidered scarf that covered | it, and she had a feeling that per- | haps she ought to take it off and l shake it out.
 But that would take so long to | do," sine argued with herself, lazily. 1 So she did not do it. She would let i it go until the next morning. The 1 living room was dusty. and she flirt- | ed feather duster around for five 1 or ten minutes. But what it needs 1 is a vase of flowers to brighten 1t
 up," she thought. And a big box Of { cigarets and some scarlet and blue . glass ash trays"
 A few cushions on the couch
 wouldn't be so bad. either. Big, soft. puffy ones covered with bright-col- ored silk.
 1 Then, just as she was making mp her mind to go downtown 10 get
 them. sine remembered that today
 was Saturday and that the bank
 would be closed as well as most of
 the stores.
 But I'll go on Monday" Lily de-
 cided, as she went through the
 three rooms with a carpet sweeper
 and the duster that simply picked up the dust from one place to drop
 it an another.
 On Sunday morning Pat helped
 her get the coffee ready and did his clumsy best to make toast. "Don't bother to fix any for me"
 Lily begged him, standing beside
 him in her orchid silk breakfast coat and high -heeled mules. Il nev- CT want anything but orange juice and coffee. anyway
 On Monday morning she did not got up 10 get even this.
 She heard tho alarm clock at six. when it whirred and shriekcd that it was time to get up.
 But she pretened"d 10 be asleep. and watched Pat get ready for work through her lowered lashes as she lay cuddled against her pillows.
 How gool-looking and nice he was,
 she thought. watching him pull his khakl-colored jacket on--and it Was
 just too bad he had 10 start out on an empty stomach.
 still. it's his own fault 'he
 mused Tt wouldn't have taken him two minutes 10 put the coffee on and eat some soda crackers. and it's selfish of him not to want me to have my sleep out. Just be cause he has to keep these barn.
 yard hours, why should l?' Why should she, indeed? T had my breakfast at the little lunchroom around the corner on 1 Boyle street." Pat said to her that night when h" came home. They packed me up some sandwiches for lunch, too--thc waitressos in there. It's quite q nice little place.
 After that he ate breakfast there every morning, and nothing dis turbed Lily's beauty sleep until the sun came pouring through the blinds with its high-noon radiance, rousing her and telling her that tn. day was going.
 Then she would get up, spend long time on making herself look fresh and pretty. go to the deli CateSsen next door to the restaurant i for some thing for supper. Things | that were ready to eat, mostly-po- | tato salad, cans Of baked beans in i tomato sauce, five-cent pies filled.
 with apple sauce or custard, canned spaghetti.
 On Wednesday she got up carly at half past ten--and left everything , just as it was. and went down town | to buy the things she needed for the Nouse. Her fathers money lay in the Lotion of her bag, and on the way down town in the Boyle street car, she made q list of the things she was going to buy--a cook book. sm ok ing stand for Pat, a reading light. a
 lot of fresh flowers, the sofa cush- ions. and an electric percolator and toaster.
 She was filled with the best inten- iionS in the world when she got off ! the"car at Philborn square. She went straight to the bank and