The Waterbury Democrat., 1936-07-01
NMAMIun XII


 Xhs day following phil's request
 MNFala leave iEnmadiately was
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 |n with proper accommodations NnI1 late ln tho morning. March M out $ cool gray suit blue access
 Ip ard a blue hot that gave her fees mlgehlovoug air, usually. She
 He8 that Nhe would have some ffnNRa fuicB and coffee in her room sNH slin away without goodby to *E1ouo except Marion who knew EI'1t she vas leaving.
 Marion, though, inserfered with Ni1 Arrangement. "By the way, we nil meet in the dining room and get our own breakfasts on Sunday, when we have lots of people at the house," she said. xhere'1 he one maid on duty to kutp tho percolators filled and the bread cut but everybody burns nlg own toast and scrambles his own eggs."
 Alarcin silently eliminated break fast from her schedule. She was nitting in her room, the blue hat on, her face pale and her eyes ringed with violet, waiting for the station wagon, when Marion came Into the room.
 saSarcls Cunningham, you look like the last of the seven plaques 0g Israeli What In the world but you have to have some break fast before you 60. You can't just cit herel"
 So she went Into the dining room, and perfunctorily poured some coffee and spattered Q waffle iron with batter. It was easier to pretend to cook than to explain that she wasn't hungry. Phil was standing near c window, and his eyes were understanding, though he only nodded when she entered.
 Camilla was making pancakes and creaming beef to 90 with them. At first the significance of this action was lost on Marcia. Then she realized that Camilla was making very good pancakes and the creamed meat looked tempting. Camilla could cook Well, Phil wouldn't be hungry, any, way, in the Pampas. Camilla would- n't burn the potatoes and boil the eegs live minutes.
 
 Her own waffIes were ready and she put them on Q plate. They were a golden brown but she did not want them. To prolong the motion of doing something she pfetended that she would like some bacon and covered the wAffles to keep them hot. When the bacon was fried to a golden, crisp brown she put 1t on the plate. Phil had drawn near. He had . coffee cup in one hand.
 "Phil, you haven't eaten3" she said. 'Here, take this. I'll fix some ynore."
 ''Marcia, don't tempt mel That's q dish it for c king instead of poor engineerl" He looked at 1t hungrily. Cams getting some pancakes and stuff ready for two or three of us and I'm pledged eIswhere!"
 The last words had been unin- tentional, but the force of them brought the blue eyes and the gray eyes together in Q quick remem- bFance. Phil stepped nearer, but Cnsn's bright voice broke into the conversation. She carried Q plate in each hand and Bob was with her.
 Here, my lolllpops," - she mos tiened to the two men-"I've pre- pared your food. Now draw up your chairs and eat while pre- pare Eefills. That's Q beautiful waffle, Marcia"
 The station wagon was round- ing the corner. Relievedly, Mar ciS picked up her bag and gloves. The two men were thanking camilla for her pancakes. With e quick goodby to Marion, she slipped out of the room, ran across the veranda, climbed into the wagon.
 She was running away again, running away this time because she had been asked to go. Phil might have been @ little more at- tentive, she unused, as the wagon started.
 Perhaps he really wanted to marry Camilla and she had been an interlude. She knew better, but she didn't know better |. Perhaps
 Marcia, waitl Hey driver" She heard e voice calling her. She