The Waterbury Democrat., 1934-03-12
SYNOPSIS

SYNOPSIS
 GYPSY M0RELL and TOM WEAVER arc married on tine same day ns LILA HOTALING and DEREK BLISS, but while LdiB lives fin luxury Gypsy has to stFuggie to keep expenses within Toms income.
 After Gypsy's son Is born her days become Q drenry round of caring for him and for her home,
 She suspects Tom is interested in
 VERA CRAY who works in the same office.
 Iila divorces Derek. Vera finds excuses to see Tom often and ono night, after triclxing him into talk ing her home, suggests they run away together. Tom leaves hast fly.
 Derek, learning Lila divorced him to marry MARkO BROUGH TON, richer and older, comes un. invited to a dinner party given by Lila. Gypsy is there and also HUNT GIBSON. Derek, who has been drinking, falls from Q baI- cOny to the street.
 Hunt takes Gypsy home. There Tom, jealous and angry, quarrels with Gypsy and leaves the apart.
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 CHAPTER xLIII
 Mrs Pettingill thought she would Just run over and see how those Morell children were getting along, now that their mother and father were away. Wasn't it just wonder full the way Harve- Morell had re- covered after that terrible acci- dent? It would have been a great loss to the family and he had had close call, a very close call in- deed, said Mrs Pettingill, signing and wiping her eyes. We'll, the Lord had been good to them; and now Harvey and Louise had gone off to the mountains and there was Gypsy, looking rather peaked (but that was to be expected; that big child of her was quite care) !, over in the house. looking after the twins, with Clytie's help.
 It was.a hot day. Hot and still, with big, fat, fieecy clouds sailing in high blue sky. But not hot enough to deter Mrs Pettingill on a fresh lavendar dimity and Oi 0oiICu tHCI HUH ray lHLO lt5 customary neat waves. She knew Bertram and Beatrice loved pie.
 The baby was parked in his car riage in the side yard under the big black blot of shade thrown by the old sugar maple. A glare of sunshine lay all over the rest of the place and most of the shades in the house were drawn, too. Well, bless his heart, said Mrs Pettin- gill, smiling and clucking at the sweet lamb. Did he love his old Auntie Pettingill and was he q love of child? He was
 Nobody seemed to be about, so Mrs Pettingill went up on the porch and rang the bell. Through the screen door she could see ap- provingly that everything was i'll good order.
 Clytie came rumbling through from the kitchen regions after moments wait. She showed her teeth and said Mis- Gypsy was ly- ing down and she'd just call her.
 "She not well?" Mrs PettingilI wanted to know.
 "Oh, she's just a mite peaked" Clytie told her. "She not feeling so awful good this afternoon. Guess maybe it's the heat"
 They both nodded solemnly over this. This heat was enough to lay anybody low except, of course, themselves. Whatever the weather Clytie scrubbed and baked and roasted; Mrs Pettingill did the same, varying the routine with trips to the Ladies' Aid and mis- sionary suppers on the church lawn. It wasn't to be expected that young folks would have their stam- ina.
 Clytie refraiped from express ing her own private opinion that Miss Gypsy had something on her mind, that she was fussing to herself about something. She had said, on arriving that Mir Weaver was out of town on business. But Clytie didn't take too much stock in this, since she knew the ways of men. Although she would say for Mist Tom he seemed a very nice gentleman and always had.
 Mrs Pettnigill sat in one of the wicker chairs on the porch, fan ming herself, and after bit Gypsy appeared in a filmy pink frock Mrs Pettingill didn't remember having seen before.
 "Why, child, you're right thin" she said before she had thought twice about it. She was sorry the minute the words popped out be- cause it wasn't tactful. Gypsy was more than thin. She was hollow eyed. She looked as if she'd had slecpless nights. Why, lands sakes, Mrs Pettingill murmured inwardly, she looks as though she'd been pulled through a knothOle
 They chatted for a while but, in spite of her most valiant efforts, Mrs Pettingill discovered the con versation was flagsing. Gypsy seemed utterly disipirted. The only time she frightened at all was