The Waterbury Democrat., 1938-03-16
CHAPTER VII

Polly and Jerry held hands while they watched the colorful changing of the guard at Buckingham Palace They stood with shoulders touching while they leaned on the timbers of London Bridge, gazing down into the Thames They looked into each others eyes as they fed the pigeons before St. Paul's Cathedral. Yet they talked of everything but love.
 London takes my breath away" Polly said as they neared the inn at the end. I'm right proud my mothers people were Londoners."
 Jerry nodded. "England's a wonder, all over. I'm proud of having English blood myself. But England's too arrogant. America will have to lick her again" Flush, Jerry! You'll be over heard Who's that woman way ing to you?"
 "Where, Polly?"
 Across the street Look! In the blue bonnet. She's just gotten out of a hackney coach"
 T doubt if she's waving to me- Jerry said, puzzled. She was a pretty thing, becomingly dressed and having a gay air. Jerry lifted his hat and bowed while his tanned face turned crimson. "She mistakes me for somebody else, l reckon" |. The young woman gave him a warm intimate smile and went ln- to A shop. "She thinks she knows vou very we'll" Polly said piqued. "Jerry, I believe she does know you! Why are you being so 1nno- cent about it?" If I knew her." Jerry replied brusquely, I'd say so. I've got no taste for mysteries"
 They both looked at the rather shabby public vehicle out of which the young woman had just stepped. The driver was a large man In a cabbys uniform. Had they been closer. they would have seen that he had a torn ear and a nose that naQ Oeeu SCNCId al oliAANo SA oAN- > carelessly mended.
 "Well, Jerry," Polly argued "vnu don't look like anybody else I've seen in London. I'd not con- fu,e YOU with other men. NO woman would. Of course that girl knows you! You've met her some where. I reckon you've paid her compliments, or she wouldn't be speaking to you so-" "So how?" It was an lrrltateo challenge. = "So like she had some claim on yml. She looked square at you! Whats more, you bowed to her. Jerry Whitfield!"
 of course I did. Just to be polite"
 "But you smiled at her"
 q didn't!"
 "You did!"
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 "Now you're being rude. You save your good manners for Lon don ladies, and you shout at me because I'm just a Connecticut vil- lage girl" ,, , ao;a hotly, "I'd turn you over my knee and whale you. Where ana "neil would I meet any London giris like that?"
 After the theater," Polly re- piled with unaccountable feminine shrewdness. After they're through actino in the play. You told me you'd been to Drury Lane, time and again"
 50 I have" :,
 And suppose you'll try to tell me you didn't notice one girl rom another!"
 'No, I won't" Jerry retorted an grily. q didn't meet any of them but there were at least three used to clap for. And one night ] sent them bouquets, all three o1 'em!" .,
 well then, there you are!' cried Polly triumphantly, but no' enjoying the triumph. Dld you put card in, or note?"
 No, I didn't, but I wish had Just to give you something te carry on about"
 While this argument was in pro- gress they had entered the taverr passed through the public room anc ascended the stairs. At her dool Polly took out large brass key from her pocket and inserted 1t 1T the lock. Wont you come in?" sht asked tartly. "I'd like to hear some more of your adventures. They mus be wonderful"
 She threw open the door, anc Jerry followed her in, TOT tne quarrel was in that exhllaratlne state of fermentation when neither wished to abandon it. He walked to the window and looked dowr on the street while she closed tht