Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1930-04-13


." ] Della said. "shes a and he's 80:
Here, let me give you piece Of
this lemon meringue pie"
"Oh. no, Della No, thanks I'm
full up"
Just this much"
well It looks awful good"
eft is good" said Della. II made 1t this
morning"
Deity. ON a knife she transferred q triangle
of lemon cuStard topped with meringue to her
visitors plate, where it lay among cake crumbs.
"They like it," she added HE ate two pieces.
He likes my cooking, anyways"
You're fine cook" the visitor said. you
always was, Della"
Della, putting the rest of the pie away, nod
ded matter-of-factly.
The visitor took up her fork well. Go
on. You was tellin' me-" She detached q sec
ton Of cuStard and crust, conveyed it to her
mouth, and continued thickly: Twelve years
older, you say?"
, yeah"
"She is? Or he tsp"
"She is"
N.Y." said the guest. That's a lot for the
lady to be older" She added curiously,, How
do you know she is?"
Della slammed q cupboard door. "WeT, for
one thing-I got eyes in my head to see with.
And for another thing, know. I've heard 'em
talking"
'Talkin' about how old they are?"
Sort Of" said Della. Sometimes they fight
about it. Or she fights about it. He don't say
anything, except to tell her she's wrong"
"Wrong?"
ooh, she keeps telling him she knows he
wishes she was younger, and he says she's
wrong. He says he don't wish anything of the
kind. he never thinks about it at all, he says.
But she keeps on telling him and telling him"
Hes lovely man." Della added irrelevantly.
Have another bite Of pie, jenny"
Jenny shook her head emphatically. cit was
awful good. But couldn't, really"
DEIIA took the plate and fork to the sink
and let hot water run on them. She
reached for q dish towel In the meantime her
guest brushed crumbs from the table into the
palm OF a REDEEMED hand, went to the open win
dow and fiuttered the hand in the air.
~There!" Della said.
AN through now, are you?"
yeah"
The kitchen was immaculate. Della SURVEYED
It. rolling down her black poplin sleeves, fasten-
Ing the organdie cuffs at the wrist. can through
IN here" she said. IT got to turn down the beds
yet"
Her glance returned to her friend. Like to
bee the rest Of the apartment"
Jenny would indeed.
They went through the swinging door, Della
n the lead. "This is the dining room"
MY It's grand, amt It'll"
Della nodded indifferently. 81 guess So I got
90 used to 1t forget If it is or If it isn't" She
appended "This rugs the mischief to keep
clean. It marks If you look at it."
Chairs are beautiful"
"She brought 'em from Spain"
els she SPANISH"
mo, but she's been there She lived there
whole year once" Della said. "She and her
first husband. He was sick, that's why they
went there. Harry, his name was. Harry some
body. Rich fella."
He died." Della concluded casually "Died Of
consumption This is the living room"
A fluffy dog descended from q chair and
came to meet them.
Get away, you," said Della.
Jenny giggled. What kind Of dog do you
call that?" That's chow"
1T looks like little lion"
Toy" She made a grimace, quick, eloquent
'Tts hers" she said further. "Of course, he
wouldn't give it house room"
The visitor was cycling her surroundings,
beautiful" she sighed.
This was just done over" Della said. "Just
n1is FAN. Some decorator did it from Madison
avenue. Cost $4,000, this room did"
you don't sayl"
They stood for some moments more, gazing
about them.
and in here" said Della, starting forward
suddenly, "is the hilary. See, it's all books"
Jenny followed at her heels. Side by side
they stared in from the threshold.
Doctors books" suggested Jenny. "He's o
doctor, amt hep"