The Waterbury Democrat., 1934-08-11

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 day. so I'll jazz it up with a cup of raisins. Young Howard loves it that way"
 As soon as Alice was out of the door, Amy hurried to the kitchen with her mixing bowl.
 Nancy opened the door, little green hat cooked over one ear, eyes very bright, checks very pink. "Oh. | there you are, Mother. What is it, gingerbread Let me do it and you go change for the brats glee club, | tra-lee, tra-la!"
 What have you been up to? You look so monkeyshinish :? Hand me the raisins."
 Nancy giggled. You're look ing at Marburg's most popular gal, my lamb. So far four lads have tried to date me for the first dance out at the Lake Club. Wee Gates, first, Bill Bowling. second, Red Purdy. third, and who d'you think was the fourth? No less than the distinguished bachelor, MT James Trainor, lawyer, banker, man about town-and, so far as I'm concerned, just a sprig ] of poison ivy, or a human hang nail Here I'll put that in the oven and watch it.'
 q take it you're not going with Jimmy, then?"
 "Not even if all the other men in town had broken legs! Nor am I going with Bill, nor yet with Wee. And so what? Come along ask me. Mother. you're giving me very strange look. Whats the matter?"
 "Nothing, was thinking of something else. Now what is Il about the Lake Club dance, and why are you turning down Wee and Bill? Is that what you want me to ask ?"
 "Well, darling, it's like this. I think maybe another boy friend will ask me, and of course he may not, and then you observe, I'll lose out entirely. And it's so exciting to wait and wonder and to put everybody else off"
 You crazy young one. Serve you right if you did lose out: Shall I ask any more questions?' ?' MuyDC DSttcI nut boL SoN SestA do a lot of silent guesswork if you're so minded"
 II must go and dress" said Amy. watch the gingerbread. It burns so easily. Can you come along with me and take some music down to the church? l promised I'd leave it there yester- day"
 "Why not?" said Nancy. As she went upstairs Amy heard, I've Got the World on String" blithely whistled In the kitchen.
 Tt must be Dick Carver" thought Amy. Another profes- sor's wife in the family! But he'll get along, he's got just the right blend of push and politics with real ability to back it up. Ana he's as sweet-tempered and gen. erous as Howard"
 ''The gingerbread's done. ana if I do day it myself. I baked 1t in truly masterly fashion. 1 am a good cook, Mother. Don't you think?" was Nancy's greeting as Amy came down.
 "Especially Hollandaise sauce"
 That's not fair. You know the sauce was all right, only l forgot that I was making half quantity and put in all the lemon juice
 "The sauce was perfect except that it was so sour we couldn't eat it." "A lesson. I put the gingerbread on the top shelf of the pantry hoping that young Howard wouldn't find 1t. Mother, you ought to have bank vault with a time lock for special desserts. You know what old Lillian said the last time he was over at Grandmother Loves? She said. 'At boy eats cake like they ain't no God"
 They were walking side by side toward the campus. As they pass ed the Terry house Nancy exclaim- ed: "Thexe, when I've done your errand I'm going to come back and run in to visit with Miss Rosa for while. She's so lonely. poor soul, and such fun. too. You stop by for me on your way back. Shes always saying she never sees you. Then you can stay few minutes and we'll go home together" She gave Amy's arm a quick ecstatic squeeze.
 At the rehearsal room Nancy took the music books, nodded with careless condescension to the mem bers of the gleeclub-the students were "those brats" to her-and dis appeared. Amy composed herself to trying an arrangement of "Yeo- men of England" which she had made with allowance for the weak ness of strong bass voices in the club. and after that there was a group of spirituals to be gone over -"Balm of Gilead", T Got Shoes" and the inevitable T Couldn't Hear Nobody Pray" Then a final strug- gle with the only boy in college who had a really fine voice, but absolutely no musical instinct. the only adequate soloist.
 Amy felt frayed from the strain when she started home. so much so that she forgot Nancy until she had passed the Terry house. She hurried back, opened the door without ringing and was just about to call Nancy when she heard her voice in the parlor and then another voice that Amy recog- nized instantly. It could belong only to Jane. Jane whom she had not seen for 1 5 years.
 (Copyright 1884. by Sophie Kerr)