The Waterbury Democrat., 1937-08-17
CHAPTER V

The next Sunday Pat came tramping down the stairs, mutter- ing under his breath. The Duchess was giving cocktail party in her studio that afternoon md he had shifted every piece of furniture she owned not once but several times.
 Faith, and it's too auld I'm gittin to be at the beck and call 'o' such Q woman," he told Schmatz as he went to open the outside door for him. With all thim fol artists runnin' wild up there, splllin' stuff on the rugs, and shaking ashes over the whole place, I'll be cleanin' @ week after. Why has she got to pull this party down here whin she's got 0 place to live in uptown" But Schmatz only blinked his bright black eyes and looked eXpectantly ct the door, then scampered out into the yard, Anyway It's glad am Miss Kathy aint miXin' with thim folks" Pat shut the dcor. Her and Bob Me- Tavish maybe'll-"
 Kathleen's door opening just then put an end to his specula- tions. Good morning, Pat, going to be a nice day, isn't it?" she said. Then she added with an ex- cited gleam in her eyes, I'm aw- fully glad. because I'm actually going to party, The Duchess asked me. Wasn't that nice of herp The first real party I will have attended since I came"
 For a minute the little Irish- mans ready tongue seemed tied and absentmindedly he tamped down the lighted tobacco in his pipe. Rubbing his burned finger on his pants, he began, "Now, Miss Kathy, ye ain't lost thing up there. MT. McTavish ain't goin' and"
 But he is, Pat. She invited him too. Told him to bring Schmat2 She said her friends would love him because they aren't Q bit for nal or stiff"
 "Right she is" Pat retorted, "ft's me will be stiff now, sweepin out after they get through, Better thing agin, Miss Kathy, before yoa 90 taikin' Up with thim artists"
 Kathleen looked at him with Q smile. Pat, did you ever try to make rhyme all day long2 Well, if you did, you'd be glad of some- thing to break the monotony, too"
 Pat couldn't think Of any more arguments, % sent c sudden puff of smoke up from his pipe as though expressing his opinion Of all artists and their goings-on.
 But Kathleen did not lot Pats ideas about the party worry her. She was too much excited at the prospect Thrilling new people, in interesting surroundings, and Bob among the guests, were quite enough to give her eyes an eager brightness and make her glow with anticipation as she put on her pret" tiest dress.
 The Duchess big studio was well filled with people when Kath- ieen timidiy knocked at the door. Immediately she was swept into a gay laughing group, as the Duchess told them here was one of her dear little friends from Q studio down. stairs. A tall glass was thrust into her hands, and almost ct once she found herself sitting on love seat between the dark mysterious-look- Ing Professor Bracey, and q pale, manufacturing poet, who called her hdarling" because the Duchess had Hailed to mention her name.
 The room was extremely warm and close. and the women wore any sort of garb. from slacks and barefoot sandals to diaphanous evening gowns. To Kathleen's un- accustomed eyes they seemed startling to say the least.
 She found herself agreeing with the janitor's opinion Of the Ouch. ess' guests, as she listened to the loud laughter and some of the re- marks. A far cry from the dull jokes Of Joe Williams and the staid Gloversviile parties. What would Aunt Hattie think if she could see her noW7 She tried to focus her attention on what Pro- lessor Bracey was saying. His heayy-Iidded black eyes had Q strange piercing light in them that made her vaguely uneasy.