The Waterbury Democrat., 1933-06-06
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CHAPTER xxxI

Dams voice was fiat and color
less. She's gone! For = for how
long ?"
Kay smiled. Several months.
Perhaps they'll be back by Christ
mas. perhaps not"
II see." The man stood for an
instant. hands plunged deep in his
overcoat pockets. II see," he re-
peated vaguely. "She didn't leave
any message for me?"
"Monnie?" Kay's voice tinkled.
"No, indeed" Into here eyes came
a sparkle Of malice. "She was
wearing Charles Eustace's flowers
when she left. Orchids" Kay made
the word vastly significant.
Dan gave her comprehending
look; then, without another word,
he lifted his hat and withdrew.
"There!" Kay congratulated her
self. Guess gave him something
to think about - the conceited
thing!" She felt not the slightest
conjunction though she remem-
bered Monies voice, saying clear
ly that morning. IF Dan calls give
him my address"
Well, Kay wouldn't Anyhow he
hadn't asked for it. He looked as
though Monnie's departure really
was a blow. That seemed queer too
when he'd been at Sandra Law
rence's beck and call for SO long.
Kay clicked her tongue against
her teeth, rejecting that men were
really the limit! It was high time
that Monnie stopped this nonsense
about Dan and discovered there
were other men in the world.
She set off for the sNews'' Office
quite gaily, feeling serene and
capable and alert. It was good to
have this thrilling new job, to have
a place in the world. Kay wasn't
at all nervous about doing Miss
Anstice's work. 1t was simple,
really, and she knew just how it
should be done. You could, thought
Kay cody, do 1t with your eyes
shut. Life was different for Kay
this year. The old sullenness and
impatience had slipped from her
like q cloak. She no longer thought
longingly Of New York. of going on
the stage. She had noticed since
she had been helping Miss Anstice
that people were nicer to her. Even
stiff people like Mrs John Blair.
Mrs Blair had called up last week
to remind Kay of the big bazaar at
AhOAAoS aiu W AAORO 0lO GOdA0
drop in for lunch one of the days
when the Ladies' Aid was serving.
We're counting on you, Miss
O'Dare." the lady had cooed. Kay
had tried to keep from smiling,
remembering how Mrs Blair had
snubbed her at the high school
dance where Linda Blair. her
daughter clumsy and unattrac-
tice in an expensive frock - had
tried to be the belle.
Kay hummed little tune,
stepping along at what Charles
called her race horse" gait.
Belvedere wasn't such a bad place
after all. 1t was really nice, es-
pecially on crisp October days
such az this when the naples on
Denny street seemed to have
turned to pure gold and the air
was clear and spicy. Kay didn't
envy Monnie even, en- route to
New York and later England. She
tok a deep breath. The trip
needed to be shaken out Of her
self. Monnie had been unhappy
this past year. Kay set her lips,
thinking Of the Cardigans. Hor-
rid woman, Dams mother! It was
she, Of course. who had made the
difficulty between Dan and Mon
ME. Well, Monnie would forget
all about Dan. She would have a
marvellous time and perhaps come
home with a foreign prince in tow.
You could never tell. Monnie was
beautiful enough to be a princess.
Kay was half way through a
day dream in which she saw her
self presiding over a reception
to my sister, the Countess de
b" when she reached the dingy'
Office of the newspaper.
Meanwhile Monnie, speeding
eastward in the drawing room
which Miss Anstice had insisted
extravagantly upon reserving. felt
herself living in a dream. The
narrow glass reflected a glowing
girl wrapped in brown fur. small
hat atilt over her right eyebrow.
You look awfully smart in