The Indianapolis times. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1922-1965, 1932-08-06
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She knew that Lottie would be
only to glad to throw over any
other date she might have for such
an invitation.
"Barrys uncle is out of town,"
Steve volunteered. as if in answer
to unspoken questions.
Mona smiled. Yes, 1 know. He's
at White Sulphur with Mr.. Garrett
son. They're friends, you know"
She stopped rather suddenly
Mona just had remembered that
she and Barry never had men
toned to Steve the fact that they
had met before Steve's introduce
ton.
80 Garretson knows old Town
send, eh?" Steve said, without sus-
picion. We'll, we can thank him
for this days invitation. 1t GER
tainly wouldn't be much fun to
visit Twilands if the old man. were
around"
Don't he and Barry get along to-
gether?"
Get along?" Steve eyed her. ooh,
so-so 1t isn't the old mans fault,
1 suppose. It's his imagination. He
thinks-well, it's not exactly his i'm
agniation, either.
Hes taking out on Barry the
i'll feelings he had for Barrys father
and mother. Making their son pay
what he owed them"
Owed them?" Mona queried.
"Well, they played rather mean
trick on him, you must admit"
But that's not Barry's fault"
"Of course not. But his uncle
can't forget it. That's the way of
the world my child"
1t was agreed little later that
Steve should call for the two girls
about 10 o'clock Sunday morning,
stopping first for Mona and then
for Lottie.
And if she's not ready, we won't
wait for her!" Steve had insisted
1t was rather well known that
punctuality was one of the virtues
almost entirely foreign to Lottie.
THE Morans were awake early
l. Sunday morning. Kitty was to
go to spend the day at Alice's as
usual. Ma was making her weekly
trip to the hospital to see her hus-
band.
Kitty eyed her older sister rather
approvingly. you and Steve GER
tainly make nice-looking couple"
she announced.
You and Isabel have decided
that, have you?" Mona returned.
Ma interrupted the conversation,
calling Kitty into the kitchen. A
chicken for Dad was all ready roast
ing in the oven and fragrant hints
of the birds tenderness filled the
air.
Kitty was far from being in ac-
cord with arrangements for the day.
She said the kids in Alices neigh
borhood were dumb"
She would have to wheel the baby
for an hour before she could settle
down with the. newspaper comic
section. Kitty wanted to go to the
hospital with her mother to see
Dad.
Children aren't allowed and YOU
know that, Kathleen Moran" Thus
Ma disposes of the appeal briefly.
THE doctors say though, that Dads
getting better. Glory be to God!"
A few more tugs at her overshoes
and Kitty was ready to 60. She
departed with remarks indicating
that she found these visits to Alice'S
fiat less and less agreeable.
Ma drew basket from the closet
and packed it lovingly. The baked
chicken, fresh rolls, currant Jelly.
Dads illness was such that his
weekly basket might contain almost
anything-within realms of discre-
tion-that they cared to pack.
Give father a big kiss for me, >"
Mona called to her mother. Tell
him I'll be up to see him Tuesday"
Steve had telephoned that he
was on his way. Mona had an
Swered his call gaily.
She stood before the mirror in
her bedroom, touching her cheeks
with rouge, then powder, with the
utmost care.
She frightened her lips with lip
stick, pressed her hair into dark,
becoming waves about her face and
added the faintest dash of perfume
to her ear lobes.
Then she drew a smart little blue
sport frock over her head and
settled it, into O1ace Tho hl,Ia hot