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aroma of freshly broiled bacon as
asiled her nostrils and caused her
to turn her steps kitchenward.
There she found Irene at the
table in the breakfast nook" uour-
ing fresh coffee preparatory to I'm
ishing her interrupted morning
meal.
There was a pout Of injured feel
ing on her pretty face, a well, pet
me if you like, but I'm annoyed
just the same" expression in her
blue eyes and a SNUG satisfaction
with herself that made Beryl want
TO shake her.
Instead the older girl seated her
self at the table with the easy, IN
conscious grace that was charac-
teristic and remarked casually: " so
you've decided I shan't go to New
York with you?"
Irene cooked her head sidewise
and pursed her lips. Then she
reached for the cream jug and
poured some Of its contents into the
cup Of coffee.
Calmly Berry, reached across the
table and took the cup for herself.
You have a nerve" Irene said
furiously.
Now, now, girls, don't quarrel"
Mrs. Everett interviewed and rushed
forward with second cup.
I'm starved" Beryl said to her
mother.
You'll be out Of luck if YOU
didn't bring something with you"
Irene tainted. Mothers just cooked
the last Of the bacon and eggs for
me-"
Beryl looked at her mother.
You'll have to divide" Mrs. Ever
EFT said weakly. There was enough
to begin with, but"
Berry, broke in with an under
standing laugh. But Irene had a
fit Of temperament and couldn't eat
and-an the rest of it. Well, let
1t go. Give me some toast"
I've got some watermelon pre-
serve" her mother offered in
amends for the lack of more sub
stantial fare.
Irene smirked. "I lunched on
those last night. I had to have
something after that awful dinner"
Mrs. Everett gasped. You don't
mean you ate the whole jar!"
Well, not the jar-iust the pre-
serves. There wasn't much"
Beryl stared meaningfully at
Irene's figure. "Soft white curves.
like midsummer moonflowers." She
said softly. Then, abruptly: "Its
a pity flowers fade SO quickly, isn't
it?"
IRENE flushed and Beryl noticed
= that when their mother placed
the plate Of bacon and eggs before
her the girl ate the food with small
relish.
Beryl nibbled the thin dry toast
supplied to her with apparent en-
joyment. But when her mother
brought a piece of cheese and a
brioche she was glad Irene had no
desire for food.
80 I'm not going to New York
with you?" she asked after the last
crumb of the sweet roll had been
consumed.
Il really couldn't be annoyed, -
Irene replied.
Berry, got to her feet. well" she
said with a pleasant infection, "in
that case I'll have time for a little
laundry work"
Irene's glance followed her in I'M
easiness as she swung out of the
kitchen into the front hall. Beryl's
attitude puzzled her-for mostly her
half-sister fought for her rights.
She did not go to hear what more
Beryl might have to say about the
matter, but staying in the kitchen
availed her nothing, for presently
Beryl returned. And while she did
not come to rave and rant she bore
declaration of war that more eff
fective than words.
What are you doing with my
blouse?" Irene screeched as Beryl
walked over to the sink.
Beryl smiled at her. why, my
dear" she said pleasantly, II mean
to wash it for you," and reached
for the dishpan.
Irene flew over to grab the gar
ment but Beryl swung it out of her
reach. Mother, don't let her wet
It'll" Irene screamed.
"Beryl :"
She'll keep her bargain with
me-" Beryl interrupted her mother
"or I'll make a rain check out OF
her blouse"
Irene's eye was caught by the
fine pleating of the neck ruffle as
Beryl held the blouse aloft. She
could never pleat like that. Anc
the thought of standing over the
ironing board for an hour while
she tried it drove her frantic.
Put it down, Beryl," he: mother
implored.
When she says I'm going with
her" Beryl returned firmly. g,
washed and ironed this thing al
the T1rice of NV admission IN I'll,