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family. There had been two chill
dren older than Kitty, both dead.

/. family. There had been two chill
dren older than Kitty, both dead.
THE Morsns had lived in the
Il same flat for years, protest
. ing against the gradual rise in
rents after the subway was opened.
IN the apartment house Terrence
Moran had been something OF a
inquire, his kindly philosophy sought
at all times.
His stockinged feet high on the
window sill, his eyes tWinkling over
his newspaper which he read with
laboriously moving lips, Dad, in his
way, influenced the entire neighbor-
hood.
= They came to him for advice in
matters Of coUrtship and weddings,
for coincidence at the time of death,
for encouragement in illness.
He had settled the Casey twins
'once and for all" the time they ran
away to Jersey and had their moth
er worried to death. He had ar
ranged-yes, had contributed heav-
ily toward--Tim Callahan's funeral.
The night Joe Donahue's baby was
born, Dad had walked the streets
with him, giving him comfortable
assurance that he and Flossie both
would live through ito go through
the whole thing all over again, no
doubt.
Ottfa C,or- 1.o.l r,,oac io,,t rao con
Tor adoring Mona's father There
had been the time her own father
bad locked her out when she came
home late from Coney Island with
that Brewer boy. Terrence Moran
had Strengthened that out
Yes, Mona certainly owed it to
Dad to stick by the family and not
to think Of marriage until-untll
what? Mona's thoughts could get
no further with the problem, but
Lottie's could-and did.
Marry a man who'll take care of
your family for you" was Lottie's
plan.
Such men are few and far be-
tween. So are girls like Mona, with
trim figures, glowing bronze hair
and best of all, an angelic DISPOSE
ton.
you are the sort of girl, my dear
who'll marry some good-for-nothing
some fine day and support him."
Lottie averred. We'll always room
<3or one morel Remember"-signifi-
cantly-"youre not getting any
younger"
why don't you marry?" Mona
would demand holly at this stage of
the discussion.
I've made my plans" Lottie
would reply enigmatically. Mean
while, why not go out with us to-
night and look the eligibles over?"
In spite OF carrying opinions on
many subjects, the girls were quite
friendly.
IRON 8 o'clock, when Ma gently
Il knocked on Monas door to sup
plement the alarm, until 8:15 the
dark, tinny little gas-lit bathroom
down the hall was Monas sole
property. Ma knew it. Kitty knew
it. Even Bud-the overload of the
radio, the easiest chair, and the
Hewspaper-acquiesced.
"Shs supports us ALL" Ma would
say fatty. IF all she asks is a
hot bath in the morning, by hook
or crook, she'll get that bath"
And Mona got it. It took a little
conniving with the janitor, but that
was managed A rich warm bath,
creamy with scented salts given to
Mona at Christmas by Lottie, ten
minutes relaxation in the dismal
tin tub.
Another five minutes and Mona
had dried her slender body, donned
the wispy georgette thing she wore
under her slip, brushed her bronze
lhair into its customary waves, deft-
ly turning the ends into roll at
her creamy neck, touched her lips
carefully with lipstick and drawn
her tailor made wool gown over her
head, settling the white frills at
neck and wrist with a speculative
frown.
A delicate film of powder came
next. Mona's smart little hat was
drawn on carefully. Her purse
there. Her coat and gloves-here.
Barring an accident or two, and
breakfast in the offing, she was
ready.
Other girls at, the law office wore
silk dresses of flashy color and de-
sign. Cheap, typical They we're
the dresses offered in many shops
on lower Broadway. One could not,
it seemed, bring ones salary very
far from Wall street.