New Britain herald., 1927-07-14

mono tight around her lovely slen-
derness. and trailed off into her own
room. Her voice drifted back to the
dining room lazily:
Sally. make some liquid soap for
me. will you. lovey?"
When Mile wanted Sally to do
something spe cial for her she al
ways called her "Lovey" and
Sugar" and Honey baby"
Sally rose now at the sound of
her voice. "All right" she called,
and then turned to Mrs. Jerome.
"Mumsie, don't touch these dishes.
I'll be back to clear them away just
as soon as change my dress"
"All right, guess I'll go and lie
down in the porch swing for bit
then" sighed Mrs. Jerome, rising
heavily to her feet. Il wish hadn't
eaten bite of supper My stomach
feels like lead"
She often said this after meal.
But she never missed one.
In the bathroom was a glass fruit
! jar where Sally saved all the odds
and ends of soap. 1t was half full
now.
She took it into the kitchen and
emptied it into little kettle with
some water. Then she dropped a
pinch of borax into it and left it
to boil down into liquid shampoo for
Miles hair.
Don't forget to squeeze some
lemon juice into it, too" Mile said
Ito her when she went into her bed
room to get into her bungalow
apron. Like most blondes. Mile
had an idea that lemon juice would
help to keep her hair light. Some
times she talked about adding some
peroxide to the rinse-water. too, but
so far she had not done it.
How to keep her hair was one OF
life's great problems to Mile. So
was the kind OF lip-stick to use, the
brand of perfume, the right shade
OF powder.
She gave long. contented hours to
her beauty-rubbing cold cream
into her fresh skin-blacken her
brows and lashes-polishing and
pointing her finger-nails.
But she never sewed a button on
her clothes, never mended a single.
pair Of her gauzy stockings, never
cleaned a pair of her little slippers.
1t fell to Sally to do all of these
things for her, just as she did them
for Beau and for Mrs. Jerome.
I'm going out for dinner tomor-
| row night with Jimmy Davidson"
Mile announced leaning close to
her mirror to inspect tiny redness
on her forehead.
Dear ME, I wonder II that's a
hive or mosquito bite" she muir
INJURED, half to herself, scowling at
it.
derful guy, Sally. I want you to
meet him some time. I've
told him all about you. How smart
you are and everything. He likes
clever girls who have something on
their minds besides their hats, so
he says. I don't know what he ever
did see in poor little me. Do
hurry up with the dishes, Sugar so
you can rinse my hair for me. won't
you? I never get the soap out, and
it's always so sticky when I do 1t
myself. And I DO want to look nice
for tomorrow night"
"All right" Sally answered alb
sently. She was standing at the open
door Of her clothes closet, looking
at black satin dress she had been
wearing to the office for almost a
year.
THAT dress is just about worn
out" she added. There's a hole in
each sleeve. don't know whether
I could fix it up or not" She hung
it over the foot Of her bed and went
out to the dining room.
Mrs. Jerome was still sitting
there. arms crossed over the pages
of the woman's magazine she was
looking through.
Il was just wondering II could
cut the sleeves of that old black
dress OF mine" said Salty, leaning
over her shoulder to look at a page
OF fashion prints. Il hate long
sleeves anyway and they say short
ones are coming back into style" 4
"They are. Just look here" h9
mother replied. Here's picture of
a dress with hardly any sleeves at
all. Just tiny set-in ones. Who's
that knocking at the back door,"
Sally went into the kitchen. Out
side on the back porch stood Ted
Sloan, pipe in mouth, hands in
trousers pockets. silently waiting for
her to open the screen door.