The Waterbury Democrat., 1934-02-09

mOuLn Ol the DOJtlo then WIDcu hopeful and happy Dinah vanished from the scene: as Gypsy had planned, and the little rooms be- came her very own. to keep sweet and clean as she wanted them to be. She knew the sharp joy of creating new and delicious dishes, of experimenting with q spoonful of mushrooms and scraps of left over chicken and half cup of rice, so that Ter young husband looked up from his plate with sur prise and delight, saying; This is just like the Ritz, darling. How do you do it?'
 A new cleaning woman, big, silent, strong armed, Swede named Elsa, came weekly, scrubbed, wash ed, swept and went away. The pots were secured until they shone and hung, twinkling, on their hooks in the kitchen. The curtains were starched and white, the floors gleamed with wax. Gypsy was com pletely mistress of her little king dom now and loved it. There was something about keeping house that "got you"
 She had not heard from Lila since the day the latter had asked her to go on the southern trip. From the society columns in the daily papers she had brief flashes of Lila's triumphant passage from party to party. February drifted out in 6 grayish thaw and March came in, all raw blue skies and ip- element winds. But the sun was warm, the radiators hissed in the apartment living room. and Gypsy did not envy her fortunate friend.
 Marko Broughton had been very nice about the cataloguing job. the end of her convalescence, to finish the work. Marko had met her at the door, with outstretched hands, all sympathy because of her illness. Gypsy had taken the check he had offered, although she knew it represented more than her serv- ices were worth, because she had decided to put it aside against the babys coming.
 As she had planned, the house. hold budget benefited from her management. It was amazing how far you could make dollar go these days. You shopped at the chain store. A bunch of carrots, a loaf of bread, s pound of beef for ragout. Two apples made a pud- ding. You saved the scraps of bread that Dinah threw out in her lordly fashion and served breaded chops. soup croutons-other delicious things. Tom never ceased to marvel at her skill.
 You're wonder" he would say when some particularly appetizing dish was served. You're simply wonder"
 Together, on raw evenings, they played backgammon or did jig-sa puzzles or had friends in for bridge or talk. Helen Marr took to drop ping in most informally. You two are so happy, honey" Helen used to say, signing little. "I declare 1t does me good to see l you. Most everybody l know in the | Village is carrying on-boys from home getting diVorces or taking | other mems wives around-but you and Tom! I declare, If 1 could find such man, I'd marry him myself"
 And Gypsy would laugh delight edly, liking to hear Tom praised. l
 So the early spring passed and April came and there were one or two warm days to remind the 1 city dwellers that summer was on the way. And new hats bloomcd in all the shops, and fur coats be- gan to look shOddy and asparagus was sold in the markets, and even daffodils and narcissus appeared in street vendors trays.
 And Lila came back!
 Her high, clear voice came over the telephone early one morning that is, early for Lila. It was half past nine and Gypsy had just | finished the breakfast dishes, had hung the blue checked tea towels up to dry.
 "Darling!" said Lila. Where are you keeping yourself? l called the house. 1 wanted you for lunch. But the girl there said you weren't l working any more
 I'm not" Gypsy told her gayly.
 Well, but how nice! Come and lunch with me at one. At the Chat ham. Not q party. Just the two of us."
 'I'd love to-" Gypsy said 1t quickly, without thinking. But in an instant the realization that her wardrobe would hardly match the springtime gaiety of the smart restaurant swept over her. Oh, nonsense! She would wear her last years tweed coat and her blue crepe. True, 1t was already bit tight. but she would put q fresh
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