The Waterbury Democrat., 1937-12-20
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 Except for the light bandage around Captain Trerss left wrist everything at the breakfast table next morning seemed much as usual.
 From time to time, Barry, as usual, enlivened tho meal With burst of song, in spite ot ms grandmothers somewhat perfume tory remonstrances. His repertoire consisted mainly of spirited sea- going dities, whole lines Of which he hummed because he regretfully professed to have forgotten the words.
 When Linda began in her warm, gentle voice, T can't tell you, Mrs Trent, how sorry l am about your iar," the old lady cut her on With . gracious gesture.
 Don't give it another thought, my dear Miss Benton" she com. manded. My grandson assures mo 1t was entirely his fault. Since hls early childhood he has been forbidden to approach that cabinet just", she added dryly, as Barry greeted the arrival of fresh toast with 0 wholehearted round of melody, "since childhood he hos been forbidden to sing at moal- time I'm sure l can't imagine, Barry, what Miss Benton must think of you" ..
 Eindn, who knew that the old lady did not care in the least what she thought, smiled faintly. In spite of old Miranda's assumption of disapproval, it was 50 obvious that Bhe was enjoying herself i'm. menSeiy ThlS, Linda gath- cred, was oil as Q Trent male should be high-Spirlted, irrespres- Sible, deyaStating-" Q sweetheart in every port" for instance.
 And of course, If sho guessed anything about last night, that is just what she thinks l am, Linda thought wryly, just another sweet. heart in another port And after oil, how could Sho be sure she waSn't2 , . Was Barry ever otAvtStJ bVstSWt
 sI'm sure l hope Miss Benton won't believe I'm NS black nS you paint me, Duchess" he said now with mock Solicitude, his eyes seeking Linda's in twinkle Of amusement. "she must bo very WOli.brought.up young woman, herself, or you wouldn't think 70 highly of her opinion"
 Hc took up the morning paper and opened 1t. n Q moment ho said 50 sharply that his grandmother looked up startled from her mail, T warned him--the blithering idiotI Well, he's down." .
 "Just who is down--and whorop" asked Mrs. Trent calmly. .
 "Old Rust. And the devil Of 1t b that no one seems to know just where" Barry was reading on rapidly. "rhe pilot of the big plane carrying tho supplies lost him In tho fog and turned back Last radio signals from Bone- where over Nicaragua early this morning I told him that If he cracked in that jungle he had as much chance of being picked up AS q needle in c hayBtack. But he wouldn't listen to me-"
 And when," asked his grand- mother dryly, "have you begun listening to good advice9"
 But Barry was reading on, his laughing mouth q straight line' He was serious enough now, Linda thought.
 When old Miranda rose from tho table, she said, Those parcels must really get of this morning, Miss Benton. Take George and tho car. l shall not need you until after lunch. And no doubt you nave some errands Of your own to do."
 Barry did not follow them from tho dining room. Ho hardly seemed to know that they were zoe ing. iier own; and it was an ideal day for ChristfnaB Bhopping-clear and cold, with . crisp fall Of snow that made dazzling arabesques Of the over.arching trees along tho ave- nue, and Crunched delightfully."- under foot.
 Everywhere people were going about their errands with shining faces, Already some of the doors and windows showed holiday WreatIs. Tn the church next to