The Waterbury Democrat., 1934-01-31

Funny. she had heard her mother Complain in this way for more than &ifteen years; and she had never paid any attention to 1t. It was Just part of Mums' fussing, dear and familiar and usual. Now Gypsy knew what 1t was to be wife. To count pennies, to wrinkle her pretty forehead over bills. Strange, when they had married their joint income had sounded positively princely. But now when you had to reckon with rent, light, Insurance, and the inevitable sun- dries which were never foreseen, St shrank to small proportions. Tom needed new overcoat at least, Gypsy insisted that he did. His last seasons coat was slightly shabby. A young man selling ad- vertiing needed to look we'll dressed, prosperous no matter what state his private finances might be in.
 As for herself, well, it was amaz- 1ng the way silk stockings wore out. And the little luxuries she had enjoyed as 6 maiden-mani- cures, waves, and the like - now seemed enormously expensive. At home Clytie had washed her hand kerchiefs and gloves and silk things. There had always been a meat little pile of freshly ironed garments in the second drawer. Gypsy had taken all this as a mat ter of course, as part of her birth leight, really. Now she had to ask Dinah, specially, as a favor to do all this. And for the rest-Tom's shirts and things, the bed linen, the towels, well they had to be sorted and packed and left for the Iaundryman. Everything seemed to cost 50 much. Why, they just about managed to pay all their bills. They had little left for amusement. Fortunately both were young and strong, 50 doctors bills were re- duced to minimum. But often and often, these days, Gypsy paused, hand on check, to say in an nwed voice: How did Daddy do E7 However did he manage" Meantime they had time to be happy, the young Weavers. The shadow of Vera Gray had van- tshed from the scene. She had been a ghost from Toms past. They had not been invited to Lila's since the night of the dinner party, and so the glamorous and cnticing Hilda Blanchard had not again flashed across their path. If Gypsy was still q little sore from the en- counter, she managed not to show ft. Jealousy is strange companion. She wanted to forget her emotions of that night, if she could.
 s.F nh sd naked Lila and Dcrek to tea. She had had some of the young people from Blue Hills--Tip and Sue Cam nyan and the Blakes. But some how. although the evening had gone off very well, although every one had seemed to have a good time, Gypsy had been dissatisfied. |. She was seeing her home through i Iila's eyes. Nothing had seemed sight. The Blake twins had seemed young and callow and rather silly. Before she had thought them such 6un. Tips jokes had fallen flat An the face of Lila's elegance. While Ileveryone else had been in simple lEhings, Lila had worn an exquisite creation of black lace with her deli- fcate shoulders bare. Derek's morn
 fug coat and striped trousers had geemed overpowerinsly formal In the little living room.
 .'We just don't belong in the Ikame world," Gypsy had said to herself, hurrying about the kitch- len. q smock slipped over her red Iarepe. She had given them paper Ikhfn sandwiches and olives and laomething hot and delicious in a Inasserole. There had been cock Ifafls. too. Everything had gone Iemoothly, and still Gypsy was mol satisfied. She was seeing Lila'i laIegant dining room, with the gil. lver birds nd the rock crystal anc Ehe sprays of mimosa against thf lmfrRored walls.
 Afterward. when she and Ton
 were washing up, she had sighed
 And said she was tired.
 ssNo wondter. You mustn't do thii
 again. Wears you all out" sait