The Indianapolis times. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1922-1965, 1932-01-25
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CHAPTER FORTY-ONE

THE front hall, when Ann came
Il into it, was chill and dim and
dusty as usual, and poked through
a hook on the hall rack was the note
Ann fearfully had expected.
Her only thought, as she reached
for it, was that it had been odd of
Cissiy to put it there, where either
Grand or Rosalie might have found
it first, instead Of pinning it to the
pillow prescribed by convention.
She had read the Dear, dear
girls" and through the first lines
before she realized that the note
was not from Cissy. She had to go
back and begin it over again.
Dear, dear girls: Mrs. Carmi-
chael felt that fresh air would be
beneficial for Grands weakened
condition, so she has very kindly
taken us for an outing in their car.
1--WE are to call for Mr.. Carmi-
chael, and, according to their de-
lightful plans, to go on and dine
with Mr.. and Mrs. Day in that
quaint, charming place where they
live. Guests are always welcome
there, if notification is given in adj
vance.
"As 1 write, dear Grand declares
that he feels almost himself again.
However, all things considered,
felt that for some reasons than
one, our absence from home this
evening would be best for us all.
'Darlings, do not misunderstood
your Rosalie. Our hearts are wide
open to our three, as always. Only
Grand's physical strength, not his
brave spirit, is being taken into
consideration.
And, this for you, Cecily dear. All
day we had hoped and hoped to
hear from you. We were disap-
pointed, but"
About there Ann stopped read
ing, and folded the paper careful
ly in her fingers and dropped it
on the floor and ran, too fast, up
the stairs and down the hall to
Cecily's room.
Cecily was not there, nor had
she been there since her hurried
departure from it that morning.
Ann patted the pillows and turned
them over and searched the pin
cushion before she went to her
own room.
No note was to be found. She
returned to Cecily's ROOM and
hung the limp pajamas on a hook,
and made the bed and tidied, aim
lessly and told herself over and
over that Cecily would have to
come home; that she could not go
about, anywhere, in her old blue
bathrobe and green satin mules.
FRIGHTENED, suddenly, at the
IL notion that the telephone might
ring and she might fail to hear it,
she ran downstairs and there be-
came foolishly, all but unendurably
lonesome.
She had a mind, she had a good
mind to run over to the Hills for
half an hour-visit with Mrs. Hill,
see Mary Frances and ask about
the history examination. But sup
pose Cecily should come home while
she was away?
She could leave a note, "Cissy, I've
run over to see Mrs. Hill" But why
should she go to see Mrs. Hill? Cissy
might, and fairly, think it odd that
Ann should choose today to go pay
ing neighborhood calls.
People could go into shops and
buy clothes-dreSse and shoes and
stockings and hats-but they could
not go shopping in bathrobes and
slippers.
Was Barry the sort who could
shop in ladies' wear departments?
Who could do so? One could never
tell? Cecily wouldn't be so extrava-
CANT. Cecily had no money. Barry's
money-CiSSy surely wouldn't? One
never could tell.
Thinking of money: mot so hot,
talking about money. I've wads
of it, Ann, and all yours" That
had been a bad dream.
Deliberately she had turned it
into a dream-a funny, doggy