The Nome daily nugget., 1937-08-16

couldn't put them up."
 Simon took his pipe out of his mouth. looked solemnly around the 20 by IA liv' Ing, davenport-sleeping dining room and grinned.
 Might try 'em fin the bathtub," he said. Its large for its size.'
 "Never," said his wife who was nice but not oyerweighted with a sense of humor. "No-we're safe. You see. l have six aunts, four cousins seven uncles, two perfectly nice but enor- nous grandmothers and grandfathers, 2 mother and father; they're all large caters"
 "Say no more. l understand,' waved Simon, who was hanging picture. How does this look?
 "Nice, but crooked.'
 His wife gently tilted it and put her head to one side. This unpacking is awful. I'm hungry again already"
 Simon sighed, vanished into the kitchenette and produced delicatessen chicken, radishes and a bottle of beer.
 They ate.
 The bell rang vocferously.
 Simon rose, wiped off chickeny tin- gers and went to the door
 "Simon,' his wife heard tshed had presence of mind to dash for the bath room with the remnants of food, and hlde).
 "Ilow you've grown! 1 simply never would have known you. And married? ,x-iF worthy of you for you were always such a good, sensible boy"
 Rapturous hugging and audible kisses followed. Hilda washed her hands vigorously, removed black spot from her nose and hastily powdered it. Then she tiptoed to the door, hold ing fast to the handle
 "Hilda !' shouted Simon.
 She entered to find the room usurped by the largest person she'd ever seen in her life
 Hilda smiled and came forward with hand outstretched.
 "I am Simon's great-aunt Matilda Warren" said the invader. "I heard you were In town and so made an appointment with my dentist q have to get new plate) and just know you'll love to have me for a few days until he gets through"
 Hilda strove to master groan.
 I'm terribly sorry but we have only one room. You see Simon is not rich, yet. He and 1 just managed this little place, which is cunning for two. But we eat and sleep and live and work, all in this little room."
 Have you no kitchen?' said the great-aunt. Her tone sounded menac- ing, somehow, but 1t might have been imagination.
 "Simon, come show Mrs. Warren the Kitchen" in stifled voice from poor Hilda.
 "A closet that's all 1t is! Ridiculous to try and keep healthy in such an absurd way. Er, have you no bath room?"
 "You show her the bathroom,' n anguished tones from Simon.
 "H'm nice big tub. Now, chil- dren, 1t seems to me 1 could make my self right comfortable in that bath tub for the few days Doctor Jones will take to fix my plate. Now. just don't say word. I'll take my blankets always take around with me, for one can never tell if hotels and boarding houses are really clean and sanitary. always take two blankets and I've this nice steamer rug, used when poor Uncle Warren was alive. and we went 10 Europe tdear. how sick was D We'll, we'll fix it fine Here" she opened her suitcase and threw out the formidable but spotless blankets. Navajo rug, the steamer rug and as sorted pillows
 "No you just get me light dinner steak (only see it's thick and q few potatoes and cauliflower and soma nice oranges and cake q only want a light dinner) will do fine! I'll help you with the rest of your unpacking and seems to me you might have done without a piano until you had big ger apartment and then you could have had the stove outside that closet and been better able to keep house: bu; guess you will be able to manage, IIilda. You might give me tune, something lively: and l will fix that steak myself as soon as Simon brings it in. I'm never so happy as when I'm cooking good dinner" She stopped breathless, while Hilda merely gasped.
 But Aunt Matilda, there really isn't room. You'd be most frghtfully un- comfortable You couldn't sleep in the