The Waterbury Democrat., 1933-10-21

"A penny for your thoughts
 "Not worth penny" Her voice was not quite steady, but the tone seemed to satisfy him.
 Bob answered quietly, "Td risk a lot more to find out" a
 Eomething hung between them, some golden, glamorot1s cloud, en- veloping them even through light and casual conversation. A4
 Back at Joan's home her mother met them in the hall. Joan intro- duced Bob and he grasped the hand Mrs Waring extended.
 Tt must be lonely for you, being stranger here" she said.
 I'm feeling more at home all the time" he answered with a smile at Joan.
 ''You must have dinner with us some night. Could you come to- morrowW
 "I'll be delighted, Mrs waring." coming out of her timid shell, in- the world coming to an end9
 The sun, pouring through the window panes, reused Joan next morning. She leaped out of bed and closed the windows, shutting out the fresh, cold February air.
 She was suddenly nervous. Seven thirty and 0 million things to do. Pat had finished breakfast and was on her way down town. Joan slipped hurriediy into her clothes.
 There were the tail crystal glasses to be washed and the best table napkins and damask cloth to be pressed. Bill must go for Stella who worked by the day and was always pressed into service on spe- ciul occasions.
 "I1l get some flowers down town," Joan planned. We really cant afford them but I do want the table to look pretty"
 Mother was rather helpless in the kitchen when 1t came to spe- cial events. Joan counted off the tasks that must be attended to. Roast to watch, cake 10 make, vegetables washed, mayonnaise--" She enumerated them on slender fingers.
 1.-TWO hours coaching Paul and Marie wilson. And if have a minute I'll run over on Union for a shampoo. Perhaps I'll be really extrayagant and have a manicure"
 She tiptoed by Benny's door, suddenly contrite. Here she was, excited and happy when Benny was 50 i'll. Was she really light and frivolous after all?
 The morning did not go smootii- 1y. To begin with, Stella sent word her husband was sick. She finally arrived and presently the fragrant aroma of one of the good cakes flied the air.
 A little later Mrs Waring came to the kitchen door with Q dis tressed look on her face. She was holding out the snowy linen cloth that was her pride. A large hole no. two large holes! = showed
 Moths" she said tragically.
 "Weli, darn t." said Joan. ad- ding quickly. "No. darling, I'm not using bad words. Can't you darn
 1t would take loo long," said her mother. And . mended tloth!'
 'Never mind," said Joan, taking the cloth and spreading 1t out. "I'li wash and press little linen cen- terpiece. This large hole Is just about in the middle where the flowers will be and we can put a small celery tray over the other. We'll have two trays and we won't move the enc over the hole. We'll manage"
 "Well, all right" said her mother. Are you sure he's the kind that won't mind?"
 "Of courser' said Joan. "He wouldn't notice anything like a table cloth. 9.%
 The second. mishap occurred a few minutes later. There was 2 crash, a terrible crash that sent Joan and her mother flying to the kitchen. Stella stood surveying Q mass of shining glass.
 "steiiap gasped Joan. :,
 "All the best glasses" mourned Stella. Honest, Miss Joan, don't know how did 1t! I guess I was so worried and nervous about Jim"
 "Neyer mind," said Mrs Waring kindly. Wash the old glasses in hot, soapy water and rinse them. Give them a good shine. too. Ac-