The Waterbury Democrat., 1938-03-10

luuStTdtlOn Dy IL. ii. Gunuer. surprises me. Your bosom, now, it's as white as can be, and your legs the same"
 Polly Chelsey laughed so hard that old man below frowned to- ward the ceiling. She explained to Mrs. Broggs, My exposed parts are dark from the sun and wind of the sea. I'm freckled too. But. never thought you'd take me for an h. dian! Tell me! Will I, maybe, see the King riding by in his coach tomorrow"
 "Along this street? Lud, Miss He'll not bother. He takes his ease at first one palace and then an- other with friends of his-ladies and gentlemen of rank. Very sprightly, all of 'em."
 Well" said Polly, "1Il go out to- morrow and see the town. I've a brother just turned twenty; he'll be asking me about the River Thames and Parliament House and Picadilly-places our mother used to talk about"
 Be your brother a farmer, Miss, or a, sailor?"
 Neither" answered Polly. Dicks lame and scholar. He's learned all thn CsraoE nt1d ofi 1,n in Lyme, our village. He's pining to go to Yale college at New Haven where they're about to start medi- cal school. He wants to be doctor of medicine. That's why I came after our share of Grandfather Darts money"
 Small chance of getting it, Miss! Get in bed now and I'll blow out your candle. And tomorrow stay out of the old ones wayl"
 Polly remembered to stay out of the old ones way, but she did not keep to her room. After break fast of porridge and tea in the kitchen she put on her street clothes and set out for a walk, impatient of Mrs. Broggs' advice to be care- full and keep your bearings!"
 It was a foggy morning, as if last nights rain had not finished, and yet could not keep on, either. The result was yellow-gray mist that obscured objects 50 feet away and gave a dreamlike aspect to the streets. Gigs, chaises and carts moved at snails pace over the cob- bled streets, and there was a deal of fretting and shouting from drivers.
 Polly Chelsey liked it, because London fog was something she'd often heard about and it would be an adventure to recount to Dick. It helped her forget, too. that she'd come on scatter -brained errand to place where she was not wanted. Yet as the fog thickened instead of lifting she began to lose her enthusiasm for it. She could no longer see the houses she was pass ing, much less the sights across the treet. "I'll go back" she decided, and wait for fair weather"
 And then it was that she came on two Americans talking earnest ly together before a recent-looking public house, standing beneath a creaking sign that pictured & uni corn lifting paw toward a great yellow crown. She knew the men were Americans even before she heard their New England voices, for the elder wore -whiskers and clothes exactly like her fathers, and the younger one was like the young men who went to sea in ships from Lyme, or who kept store or titled farms thereabout. Only he was handsomer. He had a devil-may- care manner and fine dark eyes and bold chin.
 Said the elder, 'Ts it true, Jerry Whitfield, that President Madison's $ declared war?"
 Polly moved closer. her heart contracting. her cars sharp to hear .. Its true" the younger man answered. T got the news inside where I'm stopping. We're caught here like rats in 'trap!"