New Britain herald., 1927-07-15

My stars.' she cried, her eyel blazing. If that isn't just like you cutting up a good dress. What dt you think I'm going to wear tt work? Tar paper? Here! If yol want to do any sewing you might ge' busy on these." She had opened ont of Millie's dresser drawers, and wal flinging pair after pair of hole, stockings at her. Mend those, ii you're so full of pep, and want some work to dol"
 "Children! Children" came Mrs Jerome's voice from the open door, way. Birds in their little nests agree'!"
 Every now and then she seemed to forget that her children were grown, and talked to them as if they still were the tiny things they had been years before.
 In the hall behind her the tele- phone trilled, and Millie bounded out to answer it. The one and only time when Millie moved quickly was when she thought one of her 'sweeties'' might be calling her.
 "He-e-ello." she said now, in the honey-sweet drawl that made men think what a nice, good-natured lit- tie thing she was. "O-o-oh, it's you, Mir. Davidson? O-o-oh, I'm just l fi-in-ine-"
 1 Sally set her lips and shook her head in honest wrath.
 Look at that" she said to her mother in a low intense tone. Gut up the only between seasons dress l own to make bathing suit out of it! Ever hear of such a thing? Now I've got to sew it all together again."
 When Millie came back to the bed room she had evidently decided not to be on speaking terms with her sistr. She pretended not to hear when Sally spoke to her. She dried her own hair, and Sally let her do l it.
 In silence they got ready for bed In silence they lay down and went to sleep a few feet away from each other. Sisters.
 The next night Beau came home | with the new guitar that he had craved. And not only with the | guitar, but with a new and remark able sports sweater that resembled Joseph's coat of many colors.
 T can play it, too,' he said.
 "The sweater?" asked Sally, wick edly.
 No, the guitar, you simp," an- sWered Beau, who had very little sense of humor.
 He could play it too. That is, he could play one tune on it, and that was an old one. called Miami Shore"
 It was a lovely, Hitting sort of tune, however, and the sound of it brought Sally from the kitchen, where she was hurrying with the supper.
 Play 1t In double time and I'll show you new dance that Ted and I made up," she said, her night blue eyes dancing. Play it in double time-' And, as he did, she started to dance.
 To see Sally dance was joy. For she loved to dance, and anyone who looked at her could see that she loved it. She frolicked like happy child on breezy day. She whirled lightly as leaf in the wind. Danc- CTS are born, not made, and Sally was a born dancer.
 Alta girl!" she heard a deep voice behind her say, and she stop ped dead in the middle of the living room floor. Against the shadowy background of the hall stood a man she never had seen before. A good- looking blond man in a gray suit and necktie striped like 8 candy cane. The kind of man who knows everything there is to know about some things. A man about town is what we usually call such a man.
 "Oh, you must be Millie's MT. Day. idson" said Sally, all out of breath And then she saw that Ted had come up the stairs-draWn by the sound of music and dancing feet, no doubt-and was standing just be- hind him.
 Come in, both of you" she said, and left Beau to introduce them.
 She rushed back to the bedroom where Millie was making herself beautiful before the mirror.
 Your MT Davidsons here.' she told her. And oh, isn't he good looking." It was the first time Mill lie and she had spoken in a whole day.
 Millie shrugged her shoulders and looked bored. Hes not half so good looking as that John Nye man," she remarked in matter of fact way. And l can hardly wait until start working for him. This Davidson ie just once-in-a-whil for me"
 Sally felt as if a sudden wind had chilled her to the marrow.
 Go on in there and talk to him." Millie went on peevishly. If you