The Waterbury Democrat., 1933-05-08
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 ounce of senna leaves" He snuff fled away, his spectacles pushed high on his forehead. He was a kindly, middle-aged man, Mir Yer non. Beivedere referred to him as "afi old bach" Monnit had no idea of his age, but roughly put 1t at SO. He was unfailingly kind to her and in return she gave him the best service she knew how to give. She had never known how to thank him for letting her have this job.
 She filled Mrs Burke's order, ob- serving that Donny, the boy who attended the soda counter had his hands full. The high school boys and girls often came as far as Vernon's for their ham sandwiches and chocolate matted miiks. NO need to look for Kay. Kay took" her lunch, hating it, longing to join the gay ranks thronging to the !'hot dog" wagon across the way. But it would have been too se- were a drain on the family purse to let Kay buy her lunch every day. Monnie sighed again at the recoi- lection of this one last restriction the O'Dares were subject to. on, 1t was difficult to De poor, anu ho mistake about it!
 Presently she was free to leave for her own midday meal. She washed her hands at the little bas- in hidden by screen in the back room. MT Vernon had already snatched a bite at the counter, during the lull. She glanced at her self in the cracked mirror over the | bowl She looked, she thought, pale and dragged. No wonder Dan pre- | ferred Sandra's company to hers. | Sandra was always gay and wltty and well dressed, rosy with sun-tan gained on the links and the tennis court.
 A sort of spiritual nausea swept over Monnie with this wave of self-pity. "I hate all this" she cried rebelliously in her soul. T must findi a way out" All the way home the thought persisted. People said often that if you wanted a thing-long enough and hard enough-you got it. Well, she would try wanting. She made a wish, like the heroine of half a hundred fairy tales, for happiness.
 q don't care how I get it or when," she murmured. But want to be happy before I'm old"
 By happiness she meant, in the way of the young, pretty frocks, someone to admire her, excitement Most of all she desired freedom from this love bondage which had been like an illness since she first laid eyes on Dan Cardigan.
 But try as she might she could ! not banish anger from her heart anger and sense of betrayal for Sandra Lawrence. Sandra pre- tended to be her friend. Sandra knew how she felt about Dan and yet seemed to be doing all she could to undermine Monpie with him.
 "She says she doesn't care a thing about him." Monnie remind ed herself. 1T wonder" Whats the matter, daughter! You don't seem to have any appe- | tite?"
 Her mother, sitting opposite her at the dining room table, eyed her anxiously. Monnie reused herself to smile.
 Its pretty hot. I guess that's it."
 "rll have cold things for SUD- | per-" Mrs O'Dare said. Just a salad and some cold meat and 1 The shrilling of the telephone in- terrulled her.
 I'li take that. Mohnie. You fin ish your lunch"
 She was back in an instant. her | pale face a trifie flushed. "Monnie someone for you. It's Mr-it's Dan Cardigan"
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