The Waterbury Democrat. [volume] (Waterbury, Conn.) 1917-1946, 1932-03-28
CHAPTER xxx

CHAPTER xxx
Ellen awakened the following
morning to the pungent, delicious
smell of coffee and broiling bacon.
She rolled over with startled haste
to look at the clock. Almost eight!
Suddenly she remembered that
never again would she be jumping
from bed to gulp a hurried break
fast and rush away to work. Oh,
what bliss! She sank back in de-
lightful ease, stretched and yawn-
ed. AS her eyes were closing she
saw Myra, fast asleep in the next
bed, the rumpled sheet thrust away
from her body revealing the rise
and fall of her dull gold braids as
she breathed. Mother must have re-
turned from the hospital.
Ellen was out of bed at once and
without stopping for slippers she
ran into the kitchen. An alert, COM
petent looking woman stood at the
stove arranging curls of bacon on
the broiler. She turned at Ellen's
impetuous entrance.
1.-The janitor let me in" the
woman explained, apparently OBJ
livious of Ellen's surprise. "You
and your sister were SO sound
asleep 1t seemed a shame to dis
turb you"
"Oh," said Ellen blankly.
"Tm Mrs Stanley, Mr. Barclays
town house-keeper,' Continued the
unruffled voice. HE thought you'd
be needing me. just stopped on
my way at the corner store and
bought the things for breakfast"
I'm not sure"
"you run right back to bed"
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bring your breakfast in to YOU"
Were not used to breakfast
ing in bed" Ellen laughed self
consciously. She did not know
quite how to meet the situation.
you'll get used to it," Mrs STAN
ley promised confidently you'd
better get back into bed now.
There's someone looking at you
from across the way"
She pointed to the window. Ell
len fed.
She woke Myra and broke the
news.
II think It's SWELL" Myra declar-
ed, yawning. "Your Stevens grand.
Bert wouldn't have thought of such
thing a million years. I, for
one, am certainly willing to adopt
the habit Of breakfasting in bed
Tor q Whlle anyway
1T looks as though we'd have to,
Ellen admitted, small frown be-
| tween her eyes. MRS Stanley Ger
! tainly has an air of Here's your
breakfast-now you eat it,
Then what's all the shootin'
1 for"
IT know Steven didn't tell her
to march in on us like this--that
was her idea," Ellen went on.
Just the same I'm not sure /
like having our lives snatched out
Of our hands this way"
Anyone who brings me break
fast in bed can certainly snatch my
life," observed Myra. II won't OBJ
ject.
She laughed and Ellen laughed
too. After all she found 1t pleasant
to lie in bed and breakfast from a
tray at the very hour she had SO
often been rushing for q subway
train. Pleasant to have Mrs STAN
ley moving about quietly putting
the apartment to rights and asking
no questions about anything.
IF this is generalization" Myra
remarked as she dipped into slice
of pale green melon, "I'll never
/
ut is nice" said Ellen contented-
ly.
mice? It's perfectv'
what are you going to do to-
day?" Ellen asked after q pause.
"Well, after we leave the hospi-
tai I'm going to spend the after
noon hunting an apartment" Myra
answered. She blushed and added,
"Bert is going to see Mr. Barclay
this morning"
Have you two set the wedding
date YETI" Ellen demanded.
do you think 1t would be fun
II we both were married together"
IT think 1t would be grand"
There was perfect peace between
the two girls. 1t was a little later
when they had begun to dress that
Myra unconsciously delivered to
Ellen a stab of pain.
when are you going to give up
your job, at the library?" Ellen de-
manded, as she twisted to see II
the skirt of her jersey suit hung
properly.
me have two weeks vacation and
that's all I'll take" She went
on self consciously, "You see Bert
and I will be just starting out
not at all like you and Steven.
Bert won't be drawing grand
salary at Barclays for some year
to come. It's the dream of our
lives to have our own home. You
know that house we've been look
ling at Sundays for centuries
Well, it's still for sale.
Ellen lost interest in the hang
5of her skirt. 1t was on the tip
of her tongue to suggest that
|SteVen would help with the house.
She knew he would be glad to.
ESomething in Myra's face stopped
the words.
Perhaps Myra read her thoughts.
flor she said uncomfortably:
ELLEN. honey, there's something