Evening star., 1928-09-09

moment was that. even If dinner in all
unpretentiCus Summer cottage warrant
cd the donnmg of formal evening
gown, neitnsr Tlelnas arms nor
shoulders warranted the display she
made Of them. And Jean did hate
members of ner se, who cooed.
Evidently Pats father saw Tl1elma
differently oh, not at ALL" he re-
Piled, in a tone that suggested that
Thsima's coolng was not as distasteful
to him as it was to Jean.
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THROUGHOUT Dime, Thelma mo-
i nopoii3ed the conversation Her
opinions, of which she obviously
thought we'll. were generously pre-
sented for the delectation of all pres
ent, presumably; but it was to Pats
father that the subtle stressing of her
voice and what Jean characterized as
the Aren't you wonderful" glanccS,
were directed, And he positively ex-
pandcd
What can't anything feminine do
to any mani thought Jean.
But Thclnla's opinions proved in
formative in one direction at least.
When dinner was finished, Jean knew
just whers Pat had derived that trick
of using her eyebrows and her re-
vampetl opinion of life in general
She would laugh at all the things
we tried SO hard to teach Pat" Jean
told herself
To discuss this with Pats father
would have been a relief. But that,
she knew. was impossible. His ego had
been subtly inf1ated--he would regard
her views with what he would consider
m sculine tolerance for the inevitable
cattisfncss Of one woman where an
other was concerned. All that Jean
could do was to keep silent-play the
role she was plainly cast for.
"A combination of Pats mother,
house mistress and-bath stewardess, "
she thought wryly, remembering the
bathroom.
To which, the next morning, she
might have added cook" as at 10:30
she assisted in preparing Thelma' S
breakfast tray, carried up, with rose
on the tray, by Pat.
She never gets up to breakfast at
home" explained Pat.
And does one of the professors carry
her breakfast up to her at collegc?"
Jean felt like asking.
The morning was hot, there was
much to do.
we might have Holsters tonight, !"
OuSH-OOCu 1CdAk W
"Tll ask Theima il she cares for
them" replied Pat.
Thslina did. 1t appeared. And so
toward noon Pat and Thelina-tlae lat
ter in slinky. exoctic frock and foppy
hat-departed in quest OF the cruSta-
ceans. which the Summer colony
bought from Tl1axter, local lobster
man,
It was more than an hour Iatcr that
they returned without ths Holsters.
''He isn't going out to his traps until
this afternoon" explained Pat. And
Thaxter isn't there any more. IT'S a
new nan--tlle one that opened the
back of the coupe for me-"
"Oh, you mean that nice-looking
youngster," supplemented jean.
Pat nodded. She seemed to hesitate,
then added, "Thelma thinks he's hor-
and all that
Jean glanced at her daughter but
Pats face told her nothing. as were
going out In the boat to see him pull
his traps" Pat added.
"What?" gasped Jean. And feeling
that her bewilderment needed exDlana-
ton. added. I'm surprised that Thclfna
would care for anything like that. Won't
the boat be--nlessy?'
He warned her it would. and said
it would smell to heaven. too" replied
Pat. But she was crazy to so, just the
same"
so it was Thelma's suggestion. "
mused JeaE-and wondered what Pat
had thought of that She herself felt
premonitory satisfaction IN the
thought that Thelma looked like per-
son who might be seasick. But when
Pat and Tholma returned, it was Pat
who looked sick.
pat hated the SMELL" Thelma ex-
planned. -
And didn't you mind ft?" Jean
asked.
TT was overpowering at moments,
confessed Thelma. But the sea, the
sky" She gestured expressiVesy
letting it go at that.
The young lobsterman's name was
Pete, 1t developed. So Thclma referred
to him again during dinner.
"Tolstoy." she announced, "Wohio
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