The Key West citizen. [volume] (Key West, Fla.) 1879-current, 1939-09-05

Ipatch Of white she knew to be the
beach.
She sat on the side Of her big
bed, drawing on her clothes inn
patiently. She wanted to be out
Ifeasting her eyes and ears and nos.
trils with the fresh sights and
sounds and scents that had already
delighted her.
While she looked about her big
room appreciatively, she felt again
the relief and pleasure that had
pervaded her the night before
when she arrived.
Drawing on her skirt and pulling
a sweater over her head, She IA
miliarized herself with her room.
1t was beautiful room with crisp
white curtains looped back from
the windows that framed pictures
of the outdoors beyond. It was so
spacious that the big bed with the
turquoise silk quilt folded at its
foot, the wide dresser, the mag
nificent mahogany highboy, the
dressing table with full length
mirror and a chaiSe Tongue seemed
hardly to take up any room.
There were prints and photo
graphs on the walls. LaZily, Cecily
read the inscriptions and saw that
they were the autographs of fa-
nous operate stars There were
hooked rugs on the floors. Rugs in
which apple green and turquoise
followed the color scheme of the
white and turquoise room.
Cecily had already made the ac-
quaintance of the bath. A SurpriS-
ing bath because it was entirely
modern in that old fashioned
house. She had set up her few
toiletrieS on the table in the bath
room the night before.
She fastened her dressing and
ran comb carelessly through her
tawny hair. She was eager for
breakfast, to see the rest of the
house and to be out of doors.
She had her breakfast in the
kitchen. Mrs. Batson, the house
keeper, had not yet installed her
staff-her son-in-law and two
daughters who were to arrive from
Machias in the afternoon. Olivia
was arriving with her party the
next day.
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HECnY had a heavenly day. She
~ had wandered all over the
house after taking herself for a
walk to the beach in the morning.
Time had sped by until lost feel
ing the middle of her told her it
was lunch-time.
She had duties in the afternoon
but it was a pleasure to put away
the fancy groceries in the big pam
tries, to check the linens in the
scented closets. She wandered
from one big room to another, adj
miring the yellow-and-green bed
room, the blue room, Olivia'S rose
bedroom and sitting-room, Glo-
ria's white and gold room, the huge
drawing-room, the library and the
many small rooms.
At night she wrote to Doug. It
was very gay letter and easier to
write than she had thought it
would be.
She went up to her room early
and found that her things were not
there. They were not where she
had left thern--her pajarnas and
robe hanging in the closet and her
neat little row of things on the
bathroom table.
She went out into the hall and
called:
Mrs. Batson!"
Mrs. Batson appeared wordless-
ly below.
81 can't find anything. Will you
please tell me where 49,"
81 forgot to tell you, Miss Cecily,
I've put your things in your ROOM"
my room?" Cecily said, not un-
derst5,nding.
Madame said you were to have
the room in the ell. We've got COM
pany coming and she needs that
room you're in. You'll find every
thing laid out. Just 60 down the
habits the room at the end"
Cecily said. Thank you. Mrs.
Batson," in small voice.
She marched down the hall,
turned down the passage to the ell
which was over the kitchen and,
according to the plan of the house
nailed to the pantry door, was des-
ignated as the servants quarters.
She would have known that
without the designation. The
"room at the end" bore little re-
semblance to the big rooms she
had coon in, the morning
It contained small bed, low
dresser and a chest of drawers
all painted pink. Cecily remem-
bered them. They had been the
furnishings of Gloria's bedroom
when she was a child. It contained,
as well, an old-fashioned rocker
with a green plush seat, table on
which there was bowl and basin,
and back of this there was towel
rack with fresh towels which told
plainly that the room was not ac-
companied by private bath.
There were straight. spotless cur
tainS of the variety called SASH
curtains" at the window. Cecily's
suitcase was on the straight bed
chair.
Stonily, she lN,packed her things
and stonily hung them up in the
small closet. Then she sat down
in the old-fashioned rockingham
and met the fact that she was "a
poor relation"
It was no melodramatic reason:
ing on Cecily's part that caused
her to arrive at that conclusion.
Too many small remarks, too
many mental duties, the incidents
of the financial arrangements on
the trip North and finally her as
Segment to this room. added up
to that sum.
$50 what to do, Miss Stuart?"
she asked Miss Stuart, who looked
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