The Waterbury Democrat., 1936-01-22

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 for you to have to give 1t up nowI'
 Kay laughed in quick disclaimer "I'll have four years of my own tl1ere," she pointed out. "I'd just Do small sister standing admiringly in the background, if I went now You and Father, you're the ones to gop
 we might all 60, just for the final exercises Mrs. Grammar re- dected. "That only means one nights hotel bill: and-your father is 60 proud of Emily. I'd like tc have him there."
 "Of course, darling" Kay insisted warmly. Then suddenly she was silent, eyes turned upward. From the room above them came 6 stum- ble of uncertain feet, and Mrs Branna1 rose quickly.
 Hes awake" she said. "I'll go to him."
 Kay nodded, but she stayed be- hind. When her mother was gone she stood very still for Q moment Then she crossed to the window her back to the room; and her hands clenched ct her sides. Pres- ently, like a small child, grieving she dug with both fists at her eyes; and then she shook her head, and laughed, 6 little uncertainty.
 "You little pigi" she whispered to herself. Cant you stand the least disappointment without playing cry- baby? I'm ashamed of youl"
 And when Mrs. Brannan came downstairs, Q little later, Kay met her clear-eyed and snilingly.
 Now you're not to be distressed about me, Mother, she insisted "It's all decided. You and Father are the ones to go.'
 Kay and Emily and Mrs. Brannan were very busy all that summer making Rays college wardrobe Mrs. Brannan was an expert needle. woman. She had learned the art long ago, in the school of necessity; and Kay and Emily did their share. If the day were warm, they might take chairs and sewing baskets out on the lawn toward the river; and sometimes Nancy Towne and her mother came to join them; and sometimes Lillian Radford, or arl- other. What Rays garments might lack in the quality of materials, they made up in fine and loving needlework.
 Save for the brief intervals neces- sary to attend to the housework, and for such minor interruptions as the friendly social life of Carvel provided, they sewed all summer long. Kay liked best the afternoons under the elms beside the house, when bees were busy in the or- chard, and the chipmunk which lived in e home under the root oi the biggest elm moved busily back and forth between the hazel thickei by the river and his home, and birds went about their awful busi- ness in the trees.
 But also the girl revelled in that last hour of the day, when her mother and father were abed, and she and Emily, in the big room they shared, could have long sweet talks together. Kay in these hours was the questioner; and Emily an- swered with patient and tender amusement at her sisters eager curiosity.
 Mrs. Brannan had gone alone to the Commcncem exercises. MT Brannan, with an instinct to punish himself for the dcrelictions foi which he was always afterward SC penitent, refused to go. He urged that Kay take his place, but Kay was as insistent as he.
 Already steeled to give up thii adventure to which she had 50 lonf lokoed forward hungrily, she re. fused to be denied the joy of sacri. flee; and in the end both she anc her father stayed at home. So Mrs Brannan went down to Boston, ant reIHAlneu TWO nlBntS ItlStehu Ol one and she and Emily returned to- gether one late afternoon, and that evening they all sat listening while first Mrs. Brannan and then Emily told them over and over all tha there was to tell.
 Kay found herself in Emily. presence astonishingly diffident When they went upstairs together at last and were alone, Emily spoke of this. She was taller than Kay with steady eyes and Q firm mouth and chin: and when the door wal closed behind them, she came tt Kay and put her arm around thu younger girl and said softly:
 Hello, Kay"
 \ Kay laughed. "Hello,' she said her voice unsteady.
 Glad to have me homei"
 "So very glad" Kay whispered