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Of unpacking! He'd wonder
But first she'd clean up a little
Maybe it would please Mrs. Wilson
II she changed into her yellow silk
sport dress, and looked as if she
were really going to stay awhile
She HAD been rather ungraciouS
sitting, eating breakfast with her
hat on! No wonder the poor WON
an was so upset!
1t was easy to find the bath
room-at the end of the hall. Old
fashioned, but awfully clean and
neat, with lots of fresh, white
towels, and crisp white ruffled
curtains.
Refreshed, and almost happy
again, she slipped into the becom.
ing yellow dress, patted her curls
In place, and started unpacking.
Laying out Edwards things
gave her a superior, matronly
feeling. She hummed softly as
she worked. There wasn't much
In the tiny clothes closet that cut
off one corner of the room. Just
q. couple of old suits, and a Slicker,
and a blue flannel bathrobe. Dear
Edward, he must have taken
nearly everything he owned, to
Hollywood.
The half dozen blouses and
dresses she had brought looked
new and expensive in their
strange, shabby surroundings. She
wondered how much Edwards
family knew about her-how much
they knew of their pen pal" cor
respondence. Probably not much,
because Edward had been working
as ranger in Stanislaus national
forest when she first wrote, and
he'd been up in the country some.
where, near Garberville, all last
summer. But If he said anything
at all, he would have mentioned
Julie and pictures, and Gram, who
was Fanny Standifer and played
Shakespeare.
OF course all that would mean a
lot to the Wilson's, because Edward
himself had had some stage and
screen experience, and he said his
sister Beatrice had stage aspira-
tons, too. They'd probably look up
to her little, and be little shy at
first. Well, she'd be nice to them,
and she'd bear in mind that she'd
only married Edward, not his
family.
CHAPTER XIV
Marie took another look at her.
self in the mirror. She might not
be a beauty-but she WAS pretty.
"Oh, is that what you're doing?
Primping again?" Edward said,
laughing. He'd opened the door
80 softly she hadn't heard.
For you!"
He swept her into his arms, scat
tering powder and hairpins all over
the floor. But you don't have to
pr1mp for me. You're perfect just
as you are. Always"
And you're perfect for meal.
ways"
Minutes passed. They sat to.
gether on the edge Of the bed,
laughing, whispering, pausing to
look at each other adoringly, to
kiss, and laugh and whisper again.
The patter of rain on the roof
startled the girl. She sat up sharp,
y. What was that?"
: "'Nothin. Just rain. It Just
sounds funny in this room. Oh, the
devil! came up here to ask you
y you wanted to go shopping with
Nom. She wanted me to drive her
oyer to Lakeshore. She'll have a
ut! She hates to wait!"
Marie Snatched her topcoat from
Hanger. pulled her hat over her
tangled hair. I'm ready!"
= Edward had gone to the window
He said, Never mind. Here comes
Nom coming back, laden down like
p packhorSe-and in all this rain
-. she . she didn't wait"
*
Il Bee got home first.
= She was always at least five min.
t1teS ahead Of Pop, who puffed up
the hill behind her, with old Mr.
Werner, who lived next door.
She ran up the front stairs
opened the door with her latchkey
HHello!" she called. hello, MomP'
=. Mrs. Wilson came out Of the
Kitchen. She was flushed with heat
and excitement. Her dumpy little
figure was encased in an enormous
blue cover-an apron, but Bee,
quick eye caught the few inches
of brown foulard that showed I'm
der it.
what are you all dressed VI
for? Where are you going"
h. Nowhere. It's just that"
"Oh, you've got candles on the