The Waterbury Democrat., 1935-07-06

production of Katharine's picture. "Oh, she's lots prettier than that, Daisy! She's a real blond-anl you know we don't get many of those. I've seen the fellow she married many a time, too. He's real good looking-I don't know as he's my type, though. Now, my ideal"
 They had heard about Isabels ideal before. Daisy frankly yawned.
 My ideal" pursued Isabel, running a wet comb through her wave and narrowing her eyes speculatively at her image in the spotted and cloudy mirror, my ideal Is sort of like Fredric March only younger, but with the same kind of chin"
 Bill don't look bit like Fred ric March," observed Daisy with an air of innocence belied by the knowing stare in her beady eyes.
 You better let Bill alone," Isa- bel said with spirit. I've told Bill many time he wasn't my ideal as far as looks go, but he certain ly is one handsome fellow. There are girls in this town who's give their shoes to go out with him."
 "Sez you!" Daisy was setting the table now. skipping forks and knives, all hopelessly mismatched, down upon a cloth notable for the number and variety of spots on it.
 You mind your own business or you'll be sorry," Isabel advised heatedly. '"Tell you one thing when Bill and step off we'll have a slicker looking place to live in than this dump. Wonder you kids wouldn't rinse out bit of wash now and then, with Ma working her head off all day at the can- ming factory. You get out of school at quarter past three and hang around yelling your heads off till just before I come home. Bet know what's for supper, too." She wrinkled her nose. star ing into the handleless pot on the stove.
 Canned beans! l know it.
 She slammed into the room she shared with Daisy and Mary Maud. Bill was taking her to one of the first indoor hockey games tonight. She'd be lucky if she found a decent pair of silk stock ings to wear. When she had talked so boastfully to Daisy and the others of her probable mar riage to Bill she had been whist ling in the dark. How did you ever get boy to the point where he proposed? She didn't know. Maybe she'd go on like this for ever, working at the shop, coming home to dirty house, getting old- CT by the minute, not having any thing she wanted. ...
 How nice it would be, Isabel unused, staring around the dark. shabby little room, to have pretty galore. While you were young that's when it counted because, after all, it wouldn't matter when she was older. She wouldn't care: then.
 "Oh, sis, box came for you to- day" Mary Maud, gangling and pale at II, in a gingham dress a size too small, came to stand and stare from the door.
 "A box? How? By parcel post?" Bundles of any sort were an event in this family.
 q don't know. No, think someone left it at the door. It was on the stoop. Daisy" said Mary Maud virtuously, wanted to open 1t, but I wouldn't let her"
 
 Frantically Isabel tore at the string, ripping it off. Under folds of tissue paper lay white and silver frock. Isabel gasped. star ing. She tore open the square creamy envelope. There was signature. Sally Moon. Why, of all things. Dear Isabel: I'm going to
 Paris for year. You said something the last time you
 did my hair about getting
 married. Don't say I gave this
 to you. The old cats have
 talked enough already. Good
 luck"
 Well, l never thought she even liked me-" marvelled Isabel. Gas. ual, careless Sally had sent her the wedding dress
 "Try it on, sis. Try it on," Both dingy little girls were hops ping about in an ecstasy of exeiia' menl.
 They forgot about time, forgot about food, Isabel emerged from ihe serubDy cuhlele which served ae . bathroom, her arms and face aiehming Rom recent HeFubblHR fbe slipped inc lovely frook 0yer her head.
 'Ooh,nob, dOu'i you i0eh nlpei Even Daisy said iL FeluelaDslv bus