The Indianapolis times., 1935-07-12
CHAPTER FIVE
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A S 10 sat at the lunch counter
"A endeavoring to justify the sud-
den turn Of events which had given
her, all in one day. new job and
a dinner engagement with mil
Honaire bachelor, her woman's mind
shot into the practical question,
What shall wear?"
She had not yet even unpacked
her trunk at the Fendale apart
ments, and it was now almost 3
o'clock.
Hurriedly she finished her coffss,
wondering whether her blue dull
silk would be fit. She hadn't worn
it since the last sorority dance and
it had been on its hanger in her
wardrobe trunk ever since. And
her dark blue slippers-if she re-
membered rightly she had stepped
into a puddle in front Of the GYM
nasium that night, and never
cleaned them. II was the last dance
of the campus season, and she had
simply tossed everything into her
trunk, thinking she would take them
out at home.
When she reached the Fendale she
ordered her trunk sent up at once,
and when it arrived she hurriedly
examined the clothes in question
Thank heaven, the slippers could be
made presentable by a little scrub
bing with a stiff brush! And her
silk jacket which would make the
blue dress correct for dinner wear
was presentable enough. But the
blue dull-Silk dress needed pressing.
Il won't have time to send the
dress out" 10 thought. And be-
sides, it would cost too much in my
state of affairs"
SO out came the little electric iron
and cord she had used at school; and
in the wall of the kitchenet was,
luckily, an ironing board which
folded down for use.
10 fell to work with a will, and in
short time the blue silk was hang
ing in preSentable folds on a hanger
suspended from the light fixture.
Her best stockings she found ready
to wear-and when it came to un-
derthingS, well, 10 had always been
eXtravagant. This was one of the
times when she was glad for this
extravaganza.
CHE was interrupted twice in her
, preparations. The first was by
special delivery letter from her
father. AS 10 read it she found it
hard to keep back the tears.
Dear Daughter: Your mother
has just shown me your letter in
which you say that you are not
coming home, but are going to
find a job for the summer.
Il wish I might have had the
chance to explain to you face to
face the predicament 1 find myself
in, but perhaps it was best that you
know before returning. It's prob
ably just as we'll that you did not
come home, for I must confess that
right now we don't feel very gay,
MOulU
no place for a young girl.
Il wish you all kinds of luck in
finding a place, but want you to
know that you are welcome here any
time and that we are anxious to see
you. 1 am sure that everything
will turn out for the best. 1 have
made a living for you and mother
for a long time, and I certainly
hope to keep on doing it.
Mother sends her love and SC
do I. DAD"
If 10 had owned the money for a
ticket to Weston she might have
started Immediately for home-just
to try to comfort her mother ano
father, to make them see that, as
far as Joe Darien was concerned
they were still the finest and most
lovabie persons on earth. Poor dad!
There was so much his letter didn't
say, so much that came through to
10 without words.
"I must write them first thing in
the morning and tell them 1 have a
job" she thought. Il won't tell them
it only pays me $40 month. They'd d
worry"
THEN came a telephone call
Il from Bret.
L have a feeling you're work
/ ing girl now" he said.
You're right, Bret. l got the Job
Forthy dollars a month";"
Bret laughed. and 10 added. q
don't see anything funny about
that"
Il was laughing with relief, "
I BRET eXnlained "YOu won't pat In