Evening star., 1934-03-18

Swell" said Peter, sampling them. "Pret'
near as good as waffieS'
Angela felt the warm blood rising steadily
in her cheeks. Just like man. she thought
He would forget the insult of that iron if it
occurred to him it might produce something
good to eati
Il thought was fixing something especially
nice" she said at last, in a cold little voice.
Peter lifted surprised eyes to her flushed
young face.
Gee, didn't mean didn't like it," he sad
ut was swell breakfast"
With his arms around her, and his kiss
her lips Angela felt the strange tenseness
within her melting like mist.
"Darling" she murmured-and happiness
settled softly down upon the Selway domain.
But on Sunday morning out of clear sky,
Peter sprung the waff1es on her again.
Angela's breath stopped right in the middle
of perfectly swell little trn
"C'mon, honey" urged Peter. "In bet you
sling a mean waffle!'
Angela swallowed the words that had been
rising in her throat; words to the effect that
she'd rather not; that she'd never really made
a waffle in all her life, and that she hated
waff1es and waffle irons with deep and abid-
ing hate. But she couldn't say them. Not
with Peter standing there, looking so proud
and expectant
1T NEVER would have happened. she told
] herself afterward if Peter hadn't followed
her around talking all the tme-taking her
mind off what she doingl
He put the iron on the table and turned it on.
Its automatic!" he exulted. 1T clicks!"
"It ought to grow" muttered Angela, think
ing of Uncle Hilary.
Who's afraid of the big bad wolff" caroled
Peter
In spite of Peters Interruptions Angela man.
aged to finish the batter Peter lifted the lid
invitingly
Sling 'er there honeyl" he urged
Angela covered the surface of the iron care
fully with the golden batter and closed the lid.
Then she sank into her chair and joined Peter
in fascinated contemplation of the tricky little
machine before them. The cover began to rise
slowly and little spurts of fragrant steam
escaped. Peter shifted joyfuny. Then the bat
ter began running in three long streams down
the sides of the iron and cooking itself on.
TOO much" opined Peter cheerfully
Eyes, I can almost figure that out for my
self" remarked Angela sharply.
Don't get huffy," said Pete
who's huffy?" demanded Angela.
you're huffy." remarked Pete
II am not!" defed Angela hotly.
TITS burning" suggested Pete. shifting.
1T hasn't clicked" defended Angela.
It clicked.
"There!" exulted Peter.
Angela grabbed for the handle and executed
a valiant tug But the iron didn't seem
clined to open.
"Its stuck" cried Angela, wrestling gallantly.
Peter watched the proceedings and grinned.
"Whuts in them thar waffles, Mrs. Selway?"
he inquired innocently. "De Grage's glue, per-
haps?"
Angela lost both her dignity and her temper.
Il hate you!' she cried eyes blazing.
"Ouchl" she added painfully, burning her
finger.
Il only kiddingl" cried Peter. "Angel,
are you hurt? Here, let mel" He kissed the
injured finger, then proceeded to pry open the
iron and scrape out the waffle that clung to
every little square though it had become part
of the iron ITSELF
Angela, waving the injured hand gently back
and forth picked up the little green book with
the other and began to read.
"Heavens" she exclaimed. II should have
oiled the thing frst!"
Alta girl" grinned Pete. Read the direc-
tions after you try 'em! That's system for
youi"
II never used a new iron BEFORE" defended
Angela, truthfully. "It was your fault, any
way" she famed, "for talking to me all the
whileI"
EXCUSES" said Peter grandly. enjoying him.
self How far do you think excuses would get
you in the business world, Angela?"
They seem to work pretty WELL" said
Angela sweetly. "They have with you-havent
they?" She felt better. A little better any,
way.
Il suppose you meant that for dirty dig
about Coles" said Peter, jabbing furiously at
the iron.
We'll, you started it, accused Angela, feeling
something singing in her eyes.
We'll, don't start crying about it." said