The Washington times., 1935-11-04

|, worked with DR.. Crawford" should
have some, too!
She thanked him, shyly, when
she met him on the pier next
morning.
"Oh, YOU like trout, eh? Then
VOL shall have it every morning
WHY don't I see you around with
the others in the evenings? Don't
you dance, eh?" >,
Eyes, but I'm pretty busy"
stuff and nonsense. Now you
let me see you dancing with the
others after this!"
It warmed her heart. Not that
she dared accept his invitation
without permission from Mrs
Todd, or DR.. Crawford.
She didn't mind-much.
After all, she WASH there on
holiday! She was getting paid for
working.
But sitting alone on the little
veranda in front of her room in
the dark, listening to the laughter
and the music, was hard, some
times. After all, she was young
and it's hard to be left out.
Saturday was the hardest. They
were having a real party. Ian
terms and champagne, and guests
from all over the country. Even
country orchestra" of three
grizzled old men who played cid
dle," banjo and trumpet!
She just ached to go.
Up to the very last minute she
sort of expected that DR.. Craw-
ford would speak of it, or Jamie's
mother. Maybe Jamie Spoilt her
chances. He'd been hanging
around the cabin all afternoon,
teasing his aunt, and showing off.
DR.. Crawford was in fine humor
until she said something to him
about the party and Jamie said
"Oh, yes, the party-that reminds
me that I haven't dated up your
secretary yet. Don't forget, class
mate, that the first dance is mine.
You've got to save it for your alma
pappy!"
Mary just smiled. and pretended
to go right on with her work, but
Jamie didn't have sense enough
to let it go at that. He said,
Aunt Emile. will you speak to
her? She ignores mel"
And DR.. Crawford said, my
secretary can tell you, jamie, that
I never interfere! I rely absolutely
on her own judgment.
That settled it.
It was as good as an order.
She wasn't to go.
It's all right to be philosophical,
but when night came, and the
lanterns were lit, and she knew
that every other girl was adding
last minute dab of powder or
rouge while she sat alone like a
little old maid, it wasn't so easy.
She could hardly hold back the
tears. 1t wouldn't have hurt them
to ask her! They might let her
have some fun!
The guests were beginning to
arrive.
Two beautiful speed boats whir-
red up to the pier, unloaded their
cargo of gayly chattering boys and
girls.
The orchestra" began to tune
up.
Mary looked down at the plain
little pique dress she had worn all
day. 1t would be fun to change
just for her own satisfaction. No
body would know.
She went into the room, opened
the closet door. The sheer pink
cotton formal" that she had
bought the last minute, thinking
it would be just the thing for a
party in the woods, was hanging
there.
She lifted it out. It was just the
thing. all right. Just the sort of
thing the other girls were wearing.
Mary Shannon slipped the soft
pink ruffles over her head, felt
better Immediately.
From the petal-like pinkneSs of
the dress, her head emerged, like
a rose.
OF course that isn't just the
thing to say of oneself, but there
certainly wasn't anyone else to
say it. Except Jamie, maybe, and
Jamie wasn't going to see her to-
night.
Early to bed, for lack of any
thing better to do, wasn't making
her particularly wise or wealthy,
but it was evidently good for her
health. She's never looked better.
Her skin was just as smooth and
fresh and glowing as it used to be
in the old days when she lived
at home with the folks and Ma
made her get eight hours sleep
every night.
CTo be continued
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