The Washington times., 1936-10-20

Evelyn sighed with relief. What
a fool she could be sometimes! At
least she had no gray hairs, and
if she was a bit heavier everyone
knows that men like their women
on the plump side.
She turned from the mirror,
smiling a little and instantly
Dorathea was back at it, primp-
ing, fussing, putting on more
makeup.
'Dorathea! Not so much lip
stick! I've told you a million
times it's unladylike and-and un-
suitable. Wipe it off. Wipe it
off, 1 say. Has the porter taken
our bags? Well, tell him, one of
you! Dorathea, gather up those
books and, Jan, call the porter"
After the bags were out and
there was nothing more to do, Jan
Tipped her little navy blue hat
on the back of her head. Evelyn
leaned forward, adjusted it, none
too gently.
ct don't see," Jan said slowly.
st don't see why you're both so
excited about how you look. The
FaileyS will have to be nice to us
anyway, because we've come all
the way from New York and
they're our relatives"
ooh, don't be a Sill" Dorathea
said impatiently.
quite unexpectedly Evelyn's
eyes filled. For a moment she
stared at them, wet eyed and
frightened. She said, II can't
I just can't-it's no use. /"
But the train was coming to a
stop. She pulled herself together,
slipped into the luxurious mink
coat.
"All the Faileys are cookbook
ing" Evelyn always said.
Jan never failed to answer,
"We're not Faileys, we're Keiths"
But seeing them all together at
the station she thought of it, and
added, half amused, to herself,
"And we all look alike!"
They did! There was a some
thing about them, a certain ar
rogant tilt to the head, an arch OF
eyebrow, a delicacy of profile, and
above all, a creamy rosineSs OF
complexion, that proclaimed them
all of one stock, though Uncle
Peter was tall and broad, and
Grandmother was white haired
and tiny, and Aunt Edith was as
fair as mother was dark.
Aunt Edith's girls-very grown
I'D and animated, had it, though
they didn't really look like their
mother. So did Ards, Uncle
Peters daughter, who was about
JAMS age.
Everyone kissed everyone else,
and there was a great chattering
and welcoming, and cries Of "dar-
ling, how well you look!"
There was such group OF them.
They were all so poised and i'm
portant and expensive looking, so
surrounded with Evelyn's luggage
and obsequious porterS, that less
important folk made way for them
as they moved in a solid, laughing,
talking wall through the station
toward the street.
At the curb, where taxi drivers
and starters were waiting, and q
line of cars crawled perkily for
ward, they came to stop.
Caroline, Peters wife, so SLIM
so delicately artificial, so carefully.
perfectly gowned that she looked
like a manikin advertising clothes,
was the first to break away.
"Ardis and I will have to rush
on" she murmured. you'll all
have to excuse us. It's her dancing
group. A little exhibition. Such
a good class, Evelyn, I'm sure that
your girls"
Don't let me keep you, Caro-
line!"
And Aunt Edith, tall girl at
each elbow, cut in, Then won
DER II you WOulQnC drop us at
Schwartz on the way. They're
having a sale of sport coats and I
THOUGHT that this would be good
opportunity"
"Sure," Uncle Peter said. Glad
to take YOU"
CHAPTER III
One of grandmother'S small,
gray gloved hands pulled at tall
Peters coat.
J shrdl emf etaro
But surely" she said, "Surely
you intended to drive Evelyn and
the girls and mel"
Uncle Peters ruddy face grew
redder. "Why, yes, of course!
Surely! You take taxi, Caroline,
and drop off Edith and the girls
ITO Be Continued)
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