The Washington times., 1937-02-01

me have her?" asked Sonia en-
treatingly. confidentially, almost
as if Phyllis were not present.
Eyes. you are going to take her
for a few days-until she decides
what next to do. You see, dear, .
tightening his clasp on Phyllis
hand, Il knew what Sonia would
say"
Thank you-Sonia," murmured
Phyllis, looking up with adoring
eyes. Il want to go with you"
Its like this" explained the
Dean meditatively. If Phyllis goes
out to the SinclairS or the Dun
cans or almost anywhere else
among the people with whom the
Dexter family has been intimate,
they will keep her thinking and
talking about her trouble and
treat her with the well-intended
but thoroughly enervating compass
sion that delays prompt readjuSt-
ments. Now, run along, and see
what you make of each other"
Phyllis had risen, penSively
grateful, laying her hand on
Sonia's arm in a little gesture of
confidence. Sonia heSitated, and
seemed suddenly depressed.
Did you tell her"-the words
came reluctantly, alomst inaudibly
-"about-about me?"
Phyllis" said the Dean soberly,
"do you believe there is anything
I could tell you about Sonia that
would alter your present estimate
of her?"
For an instant the two women
looked at each other Squarly in
the eyes. PhylliSS lips parted in
q smile, and she slipped her arm
through Sonia's, their fingers in
terlacing.
Does that answer your ques-
ton, Sonia?" asked the Dean
gently.
you are very good to me-" she
said, barely above a whisper,
again as if they were alone.
They left the room, arm in arm,
turning at the door to smile a
farewell. without any silly con-
ceit, each was aware that the pair
Of them offered a startling con-
trast in feminine pigmentS-Sonia
a striking brunette, hair so black
it was blue, skin so white it was
almost pallid; Phyllis with yellow
gold bobbed curls, dark brown
eyes and pink cheeks deeply
dimpled.
What do you think" exclaimed
Phyllis, as Sonia joined her at the
table. pats coming!"
For Easter? How jolly -. No
potatoes, thanks"
Gets here Thursday evening;
stays through Tuesday. Look
I'll read you: I am anxious to see
your Sonia. and I think she is a
darling to want me to come BY
the way, doesn't anybody in the
whole world know you have an
other name besides Sonia?"
"No-but I'd like some of the
Worcestershire sauce. Proceed,
please"
but I don't like the idea of
crowding you, as is likely if her
apartment is as tiny as mine.'"
I'll wire her a night letter to
ease her mind And the peper
L can sleep comfortably on the
davenport. No, little one, you're
too long-legged. Does she talk
like a university professor? Her
racket is English, isn't it? I hope
I'll pass. I've just flunked in
modern history"
Sonia! You don't mean"
"Of course I do! The man isn't
In love with me. He is lonely and
Celeste likes me and that's about
ali there ever was to it. I inter
est him because I'm not too hard
to look at, and know how to wear
my clothes, and pick the right
spoon, and am amusing to his lit
tie girl. But he doesn't love me
and I'm not the least tiny mite
in love with him. Really think
Andy was relieved when 1 told
him so. He knows I wouldn't fit
into that university picture"
Monday had been another very
active day in the little shop until
about four when, as usual, buSi-
ness Stacked. Sonia had retired
to the tiny cubicle she called her
office and was busy checking up
her accounts
phyllis" she called, "get out!
We're through for today except
for this esk-work and you can't
do anything about that. Run
along. I'll be home about six
thirty"
Strolling for a few blocks on
downtown Lake Boulevard, Phyllis
boarded a bus, leaving it at the
corner of Madison Park, where
she sauntered for a while among
the formal flower-beds, inhaling
the fragrance Of the fresh spring
blooms. The massive towers of
Trinity Cathedral across the way.