The Washington times., 1931-02-27
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I'm afraid TIM late. My
watch had stopped" She held
out a slim wrist, land So"
Its very little after g." Mrs.
Lorimer told her, as they sat
down. IT didn't mean you to
get up; I wanted you to have
your sleep out and I would have
sent you a tray"
please don't-ever!" cried
Mary Lou. Breakfast in bed
must be "a sort Of native
talent. I haven't it. I'd spill
things and scatter crumbs. And
I'm used to getting up early,
much earlier than this"
I'm sure" said Mrs. Lorri-
mer, smiling, that I'll be more
than happy to have you with
me, morning." she paused
and then added, Delight" with
great deliberation. Mary Lou
flushed, but said nothing.
Would she ever get used to it?
'You see, TraverS has his tray
upstairs and doesn't appear, as
a rule, until II. So I've taken
lonely breakfast for some years,
and I don't think that's good
for anyone!"
She was looking rested and
serene in a plain, rather high
wasted frock of soft. supple
wool, hunters green in color,
belted with leather and collared
and cuffed in pique.
after breakfast" Mrs. Lori
mer went on, as Peter served
them, "I generally go to my
so-called office for a little while.
Then I go upstairs and see
Travers. Perhaps you would
like to go out and take run
about the grounds while look
at mail and give orders? You
don't look to me as if you had
ever acquired the house habit.
Do you ride?" she wanted to
know.
One Lovely Spring
mo, I don't. I wish I did.
I've never had the opportunity.
Oh, I did gallop around on a
pony once, the spring we were
outside of London-father had
taken a funny little house and
we had a wonderful time" re-
piled Mary Lou, frankly, as they
were quite alone in the room at
the moment and even if Peter
had been there he wouldn't have
mattered, being himself a part
Of the conspiracy, "but that's all
the riding I ever did. I wonder
fl should?" she asked. rather
incoherently, but Mrs. Lorrimer
understood.
"I don't think so. Travers
never said anything about her
riding. He used to ride very
we'll, and loved it. He had his
own horse when he was just a
little chap. I rode, too, for
many years. until the doctors
forbade it-not that there's
anything wrong really. but at
one time l rather oVertaxed
my strength and injured my
heart, a little. Pm perfectly
well now but I don't go in for
strenuous sports. Croquet."
laughed Mrs. Lorrimer, sis
about my athletic limit. That
and walking. But 1 have kept
up the stables, so we always
have several saddle horses for
chance guests and in case
Travers ever takes it up again.
I wish he would" she added
wistfully. "Then there are ten
mis- courts on the place and
three rather decent holes OF
golf. I had those built after
Travers came back, but he's
never played them. He used to
be so fond of all sports. Part
of the garage is fitted up as
indoor gymnasium with squash
and hand ball and all that.
But he's never done more than
just look inside. Summers, OF
course, we have excellent swim
ming"
Tour of Exploration
After breakfast was over
Mary Lou ran upstairs to fetch
her little beret and coat and
presently found herself out of
doors, exploring the grounds
with interest and delight.
There were, she learned from a
busy and friendly gardener,
about % acres, a good deal of
it in woodland. She wandered
along wellkept roads between
the outbuildings, peered into
the garage, which housed sew
eral cars, one Of them smart
roadster, looked through the
thick glass of the outside
gree enh ou seS, and walked
through the autumnal gardens,
with their thick hedges of
lockwood, their roSeries and
arches, their sundialS and
green paths, and pictured