The Wilmington morning star., 1940-01-11
CHATTER THREE

nabelle slipped a cape OF laIS DUG
eiderdown across her shoulders HeI
mothers maid, in maroon talieta
that was twin to Annabelle's, passed
the door With clothes draped yer
her arm.
Fabienne stretched deliciously End
said. "Somebody going On placer
Madame is having her trunks
packed, MISC Fabienne, the butter
told her and removed the silver tops
of the breakfast dishes.
Fabienne inspected the dishes
hungrily. There we're rosy melon
balls in ice, an egg with a fragrant
brown sauce still sizzling in a MIN
ute baking dish. tiny sweet rolls
toasted, and q pot Of coffee.
There were also the morning
newspapers and two piles Of mail
Marcus poured coffee and went
out with the dish covers.
t'abienne settled bark in her pill
lows and opened her mail. She COB
bIcd the melon balls while she read
the bills. Then size turned to the
Invitations, the little notes win
foreign post-marks while she ate the
rest Of her breakfast.
There wasn't a crumb left "hen
she finished.
sheer curtains, like lingerie pet
ticoats. bilowed laziIy in the
sunny, September freeze that
blew in her windows. In the room
beyond she could hear Annaoeile :
movements IS she prepared hei
bath.
Oh. what a lovely she
thought. For What? Fol sol1? FOR
shopping: she ran through hef
nail. Helene CarTln9ton "ahled
her to serve on a LOT
gone sort Of refugee WORK Hea'-
en-, no.
Gertrude came TO her door We
decided to sail on the Nornahdle'
EiD. Tie Der"ents are gong 20
take the apartment. Are you CON-
ing with me? | do think you oueht
to stay here, Edna and Mark would
Ike ~ have YOU, but Of course-'
In let you know later, notheF-
You really maan that you thihk /
ought to stay here until Nicky pro-
poses again, don't YOU?
Eicky, Sne'd forgotten that she
tod Nicky 70 call for her at eleven.
What for? Oh, yes, she was going
IL make him drive her down to the
dung. To Henderson street to see
Wi loughby house.
She regretted that impulse. To
waite A beautiful morning drive
Gown through the slums to appease
an anger she had completely for
gotten was silly.
Her mothers exagperated voice
recalled her:
"Fabienne Seymour, you've got
n aIispesition iugt ike your =
your father. What are YOU going 70
10 today?"
Fabicnne erinned. She looked
strangely like the old man then,
old Elihu. ".Htichy and ! are going
to look over the family man
sson."
"Oh, Fab"
Don't worry. I won't do any
thing but look it over"
What is there to see?"
That was what Nicky wanted to
know, too. Privately, Fabienne
agreed with both Of them that the
expedition was a stupid one. There
were 20 many more pleasant things
TO do on a bright September morn
Ing. But pervergity was a strong
trait in Miss Seymour and she was
persistent about driving down to
Henderson street.
What is il anyWay?'' Nicky
plagued her.
'It's a settlement house. darling
A place where children and
oh, I don't know any more than
you. ONLY it il some kind of a
neighborhood club where earnest
young women teach people things
they don't want to know. Grand
father Willouyhby met some angel
Of mercy-some completely inpossi-
BILE Good Woman named Ellen
Chapman-who liz supposed to be
q miracle worker in the cause Of
charity. And she sold him on the
idea Of lending the house to make
the Henderson Street Settlement
house. Then, as you know, he left
the whole works to them as a me-
mortal to his mother"
Nicky chortled. "She must have
been some persuader. / thought the
old man loved that place"
LH.htnrra antI LIttrovIp - CT.