The Waterbury Democrat., 1939-06-10
CHAPTER HI

that rattled over her wedding, and the supper at the Tivoli, afterward, to completely forget about Sunday, and shops being closed. It was just their luck to face the very first day of their married life with not thing in the pantry to cook.
 No Sunday dinner-Bart. I'm wretched woman,' Iris walled.
 We can throw something to- ge.her from odds and ends-Im not fussy about any big dinner Sunday" said the bridegroom clseerfully. But his bride was not tc be consoled.
 sThere are no odds and ends, oh lord and master she stated liollowly, looks like the young Whittakers gnaw a hotdog at ltnch-wagon. Oh, we'll it could be w:rse. Bart. I might have forgotten yssrr breakfast bacon, and your faV- os:tc shirred eggs"
 .Can you make an omelet?" he asked suddenly, inspiration lend- irg wings to his imagination. Iris nade grimece.
 Can" she agreed, but won't. This IS the first day of our mar risgc Mister WhittaKer, and we start out right"
 They had roast chicken and fresh strawberry sherbet at the very swank little Pickwick Grill, a popular dine and dance adjunct to the old Hostler's Inn, overlook ing Linwood Common in the busl- ness district. They had romaine salad and black coffee in eggshell tiny cups. and a single yellow jon quil nodding in a slender vase in the center. of their tiny table.
 They had music by the famous Four Horsemen orchestra, and the check was for $320, but Iris said it was worth it. They had atmosphere, didn't they?
 On the way out, a flower vender accosted them, and Bart never knew that Iris picked the Pick wick Grill because past experi- ence had taught her that there was always flower woman prcwling the street in front of the old Hostler's Inn, and the Bon Ton Cafe. T
 'sFlowers for the pretty lady?" the old woman whined. Bart made an impatient gesture but Iris fingers frightened pleadingly on his arm. ~
 ~Darrrrling," she cooed plain lively, isn't it too funny? think she knew all along that you wanted me to wear violets! Re- member how you insisted, yester- day And then promised you'd buy me some to wear on my suit after?"
 II Bart remembered that it had been she who did, the planning on the violet issue, the day before, he said nothing. But already, in one day, he had spent as much as Iris invested in her entire weeks gro- cesies.
 Still, 1t was the. first day of their married life. It was their very first day of being MT. and Mrs. Bart Whitaker. You couldn't tote an adding machine and a double entry Bookkeeping system around with you on that day.
 They went for a walk out beyond the Lower Falls, because it was such a beautiful, warm spring day, and they had to be indoors all week, but hy the time they'd reached the spot where Bart hoped to find trailing axbuta1s under the warm dry leaves, IrIs discovered her feet hurt.
 ~It,s walking so far. darling" sl1e said plaintively, T guess I'm jJzst . sissy after all. Do you supp poe there's bus back to town?"
 There was. And in the Campus Chocolate Shop they had toasted cheese sandwiches and hot coffee n1>d cake, and Iris decided they must see the new feature at the downtown Met.
 ~Its Carole Lombard Bart, and you know how you always like her. So gay and poppy. and such 11<1y stories she plays h."
 Going to sleep that night, with 1rr blond head curved Into the Wa<m hollow of Bart's shoulder, Ixis decided they'd eat out all next week. too. 1t was such fun. and {4e food was SO grand. And 1t 1I6u't cost much more than cook 1rE ek home did.
 |1e even planned what she'd do
 |n tho money she saved. Money
 wouldn't have to spend on
 <1ri11 and meat and fruit and
 &I0 If Harf took her out to dine.
 E*rs wes that jonnuil yellow
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