The Waterbury Democrat., 1932-01-25
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ter told your best friend that you were out with Barry you go off like this. raving about gossip. Are you ashamed of him? I'd be ashamed of myself, Cissy, if I were you. You may think. right now, that Barry is all you need, but he isn't. A man never is. You'll need your girl friends as much as you ever have. More. in some ways. Nothing is sillier than to give up your girl friends for man. You can't drop girls for months, either, and then when you need them pick them up again."
 "Who wants to drop them or pick them up again?"
 I'm just trying to give you some good advice. that's all."
 Cecily muttered, (Which you never followed"
 "What?" Ann asked.
 Nothing"
 Are you cross with Marta about something? Did Marta"
 "No! I am not!"
 "You'n wake everybody up, shouting like that"
 q wasn't shouting. You're standing half in and half out of the room.''
 "Oh, well, Cissy, I'm sorry that you are feeling like this. You've been going too much-too much excitement. Grand said thes eve- nings that he hadn't seen you for three days"
 "If he'd get out of bed and come down to breakfast he'd see me-
 "Yes, I know. And next week you'n be at home. Grand and Ro- salie are old, of course. It doesn't seem right to fuss and worry them. Still, if you have made a definite engagement with Barry for tomorrow afternoon and eve- ming I suppose I can manage"
 An engagement for tomorrow afternoon? None. For tomorrow evening |? None. No more engage ments, ever. So that was what Marta had been up to, sinking through the room and gabbling. That the girl had intended no good, Cecily had been confident from the moment of her entrance. That it would be wiser to ignore her, to refuse to listen to her, Ce- cily had also known. But not there was no evading, no escaping Marta. Honestly! She came for ward in an utterly ravishing chif- ion rag that rippled around her ankles and shouted, "Remember!"
 ry-Frances, who had been in the kitchen replenishing her bowl with cereal, returned to the dining room, singing loudly, This love that makes up happy. 'Tis love that smooths the way She took her place at the table, reached for the cream pitcher, and began again, still not softly, "Tis love that makes us happy
 Ann protested. Well, Nary Frances, I must say! It's good thing Grand and Rosalie aren't down to listen to you singing at the table,
 And I must say" retored Mary-Frances, that Cissy isn't hurrying very fast"
 Hurrying 2" Cecily questioned. "Why should hurry? It isn't late"
 Just poking along" Mary Frances reproached with a bitter touch, Just munching. Not hur- rying at all."
 "Munching," Mary-Frances sub- stituted. Not hurrying at all."
 An and Cecily exchanged wor- ried glances. Mary-Frances, of late, was SO often-well, at least
 "But, dear" Ann said, why should Cissy hurry? Did you wish her to hurry for some req son?"
 "No, don't care" Mary-Fran- ces dismissed any suggestion of personal interest by lifting her and dropping them and a little.
 "If you'n come into the music room," Cecily offered, "I'll play your accompaniment
 You would," remarked Mary Frances.
 Ann said, Mary Frances, I want you to stop being so rude. It seems to me you are just trying to be naughty this morning."
 Naughty! That was nice, wasn't it? That was going just a little too far. Naughty = to person who had memorized, from Rosa lies padded satin-bound book. Delicate Love Poems of the Nine teenth Century, only the night before: Well, you can, you must set down to me, Love that is Life that is Love. A tenure of breath at your lips decree, pas sion to stand as your thoughts ap- prove, rapture to fall where your foot may be-" Yes, she knew it by heart. "'Well, you can you 
 And" Ann continued, 1T won't have you moving your lips and to yourself like that, Why don't you an- swer me?'
 'I didn't hear you, did I? I was of something. What does t, e, n, II, r, e, mean?"
 "Tenure? Holding something to do with real estate," Ann said. 'Ill ask Phil. He'll know ex- actly."
 "so would the dictionary" sug- gested Cecily. But I think it 
 Holding 2" interrupted Nary Frances. "Could it" intensely, = possibly mean hold ing your breath?"
 Cecily tossed back her head and laughed.
 Mary-Frances turned in fury. Laugh! That's all, about, that you do any more. Just laugh and laugh. I'll bet he's not laughing out there waiting for you by the hour. By the hour. It's just heartless. I'd think you'd ask him In, or send him off, or anyway hurry a little. Sitting there in front of the house in his car. It looks funny"
 Before Ann had finished saying, ''Who is sitting there?" Cecily had slid across the dining-room floor, remarking, "Hurrah for the one!"