The broad ax., 1927-01-08
Both Had Modern
Ideas
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By ROSE MEREDITH
CcOpyrirht.,

nj at her granddaughter. you can
40 as you please, Roberta, about hav-
inc YOUR hair cut OF in that absurd
wav like a boy-but I shall adopt my
own attitude Of protest against itl''
"Of course" observed Roberta, re-
gretfully, eff Granny takes that atti-
tude there's just one thing to do-to
have ii shingIed anyway" Later that
morning she went of in her own car,
and visited a metropolitan barber,
who transformed into a mischievous
how the girl who before had been a
dainty, garden-party sort Of person.
Grandmother was right" thought
Roberta, as she drove the car in the
hack way and turned 1t over to BeR.
the garage man. He gave her fur
five glance as she went of toward
the house. Then he went to the tele-
phone.
THAT you, Cook? The poor little
GALS had her head shaved clean as q
Matter and the madam's got a young
nreacher to dinner. Head off the poor
lamb that's a good soul" He grinned
as he went back to his car cleaning.
IN all questions between Mrs. Hen
derson and her orphan granddaughter.
now eighteen, the household staff were
for Roberta to the last man or wom-
an. though they all admired and re-
spected their employer. So it was
Betty, the cook, who waylaid Roberta
in a back entry and sent her OF to
her own room.
Your grandma do be havin' young
praste to dinner, and she'd be thot
mad, Miss Roberta, if she saw the
mess you've made Of your pretty
curls-" She shook her head dismalIy.
'Does it look so dreadful, Betty7''
asked the culprit.
Eye look like a hoOdlum, miss, If
you'll excuse it." said the cook, rush
ing back to the kitchen.
Il am so glad to know" murmured
Roberta. 'That counts one on opin-
ion-grandmother will make two nays,
and how about the young 'praste'-I
cannot imagine curate approving of
this but feel so free" She reached
her own room, got into a pair of
tweed knickers that grandmother had
vaguely approved of for hiking and
sports, and stepped from her bedroom
window into the boughs of the great
oak tree that spread before the house.
Roberta was sitting there, reading.
In her favorite seat in the tree, when
the excited barking Of a dog brought
her out Of the world of fiction to
reality.
How tiresome of Larry to trail me
here" she groaned, and leaning over
to catch the collie's attention and
send him away, Roberta, queen of
tree climbers in the past, suddenly
lost her balance and grasped a limb
and elung to 1t, swinging breathlessly.
A pair Of strong arms reached up
and lifted her down to safety.
"There, my lad" said a hearty
voice. "You just escaped nasty fall,
eh?"
"Yes, thank You. sir" said Roberta
in a low, shamed tone. Then she
flung up her head and met her grand
mothers stern, blank gaze.
"Oh. Mr.. DeIaine. allow me to pre-
sent my nephew, Robert Henderson"
Roberta's ears burned as she gave an
awkward little nod.
Mr. Delaine shook hands, but there
was a queer look in his nice gray
eyes that Roberta did not understand.
That's odd. 1 thought you had a
granddaughter"
Robert is a granddaughter" said
Mrs. Henderson, removing the rela-
tionship a little farther away.
Il see-perhaps you will come over
to the rectory some afternoon, Rob-
ert, and have some tennis, eh? am
bachelor and l enjoy playing with
young people"
I'm sure that must be very nice.
said Roberta, in her gentlest voice.
Have you had your dinner, Rob
ert?" Mrs. Henderson asked over her
shoulder.
mo, Granny" said the girl.
Tell Betty to send tray to your
rOom-I win see you in the morning. =
The next morning Mrs. Henderson
came down to breakfast TO find Rob
erta fresh and girlish in a blue linen,
with broad band of blue ribbon tied
around her soft dark curls, huge
bow In back.
Good morning. Granny" she said
demurely.
"ROberta-last night-your hair
Where is it?" inquired the distracted
old lady as she sat down behind the
coffee pot. "Where is your hair, Rob
erta?"
"0n my head, where it belongs
Granny-the barber loaned me a wig
to wear just to see II like the eff
fect, but I do not, and so am still
your granddaughter, aren't n"
Yes, darling, and always will be-
Even If / married the curate7''
Mr.. Delaine? How absurd Is that
the next thingT'
Il hope sol You see, he was in the
hairdresser's and must have over.
heard my conversation about the wig
but be is rather a dear, Granny
May I 60 and play tennis with him?r
Her eyes shone like stars. So this
was to be Roberta's fate-a curate's
wife. Well, Mrs. Henderson shrugged
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