The Waterbury Democrat., 1938-03-24
CHAPTER XIV

EOlly OAiCAoCJ 6Ob OAA OiAO NNUNAA at the Queen Anne Tavern in Dover, where she took 8 room overlooking the stable yard in order to keep an eye on Nuisance. She had fear of being sepatrated from the dog be- fore leaving England.
 Next morning in nearby shop she bought dress length of black woolen material of the cheapest sort, and thread to sew it with. Then she found a mantuamaker who said she could turn it into a dress before night. .
 Make it plain and ill-f1tting," ," Polly ordered, "and high in the neck"
 'Lud, Miss! Are you doing pen ance for something?"
 Polly shrugged. "Yes, for my fol- lies. Where can I get widows bon net made?"
 The mantuamaker said her sister had been a milliner in her day and still knew how to fashion and cover a hat frame. She promised to have the bonnet and dress ready by nightfall and would, herself, bring them to the Queen Anne Tavern.
 Polly then made another surpris- ing request. Gan you direct me to 8 wigmaker?"
 The woman told her there was such man on the next street, next door to the tobacconist's. And not busy any more since people have taken fancy to their own hair"
 Polly found the wigmaker to be an elderly Jew with 8 sympathetic manner. When he had finished waiting on a customer and they were alone in the shop Polly ex- plained her need. T must dress as an old woman for time. An old woman of no importance and no money. Can you help me?"
 The old man looked into Polly's honest young face and decided it was free of evil intent. Come into the back room" he said. He placed her on tall stool and studied her head. "Your hair is too heavy to covered with a wig. Will you permit ms to cut it?"
 "Cut it," answered Polly. Its of no interest to me-"
 Yet when the first brown lock fell to the floor beneath the shears, Polly shuddered. She remembered with a stab of pain a remark of Jerry Whitfield'S: Your hairs so shiny, Polly. like the way you coil it on your head, without curls." .. Well, her looks no longer mat tered to her.
 The old wigmaker knew good deal about disguise He had same shadow salve he had once made up for 8 theatrical troupe. He experi- mented on Pollys face with this. Now and then he would be sum- moned to the front room by the jingle of the shop bell, but he would always return eagerly to his amus- ing task. The white wig that he fitted on her was too elegant, he said, so he skillfully applied the shears to make it appear thin and scraggling. He was an artisan with CAlC dl tAot D LII 6C lOL PClACSV.
 When he had fitted the wig and applied the lines of age to Polly's eyes he said exultantly, That is good!" But he added, If it's a reck- less prank you're up to, think twice. Such things can lead to trouble"
 "It's no prank" Polly said. Its an escape from danger"
 oII ,'e o,ro "Then it's well I've contrived with skill" He refused pay for anything save the wig itself and wished her bon voyage.
 That night when the dress and bonnet had been delivered, Polly was obliged to send for the inn keeper and porter and tell them of her intent. She showed them dress. bonnet and wig, assuming a high handed aggresSiveness she was far from feeling.
 When I leave here tomorrow morning." she said, I'll be dis guised as an old woman for reasons entirely my own. assure you no harm will come to anybody because of it." To forestall any qualms of conscience on the part of either, she hastily overpaid her tavern bill and tipped the porter
 
 Next morning, what appeared to be tall, bent old woman, haggard and uncommunicative, came into the stable yard of the inn to take conveyance on the Deal coach. She was followed by mongrel dog and by porter bearing her trunk.
 AS the latter helped her into the coach he said, Watch yer dog, old