Evening star., 1941-07-10

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a short white cape with that, and
it'll cost Just about $40. I saw the
very thing in Staffords window yes
terday"
I'm afraid it's too late to go
there this afternoon" Nancy said,
slancing at her watch. ITS only
is minutes before closing time.
I'VE take the same size in coats.
I'll fit it for you and have it sent
out on approval
"Oh. would you? I feel like
millionaire, spending sl00 on my
self all at one time. But you said
you had something to show me,
Glare. What is it?'
They had left the dress shop and
were walking down the street.
When they reached the corner,
Clare laughed and said mysterl-
ously: We're almost there"
But this is Dads office" Nancy
demurred. as they stopped in front
OF the building.
Not exactly" Glare reached into
her handbag. drew out a key and
opened the door of a small room
on the street.
"Enter!" she exclaimed dramati-
cally.
Nancy stepped across the thresh-
old, then stopped in amazement as
Glare snapped on the lights.
An Interesting Layout.
The tiny room had been trans
formed into a place of beauty. The
windows were hung with sheer net
curtains under the plum-colored
velvet draperies which Mrs. DuVal
had purchased years ago and tired
of so quickly. A long table, set ar
tistically against the rich back
ground of the curtains, was laden
with things Clare and Nancy had
PLAYED with on rainy afternoons in
the attic. Glass compoteS, colored
pitchers, six exquisite beer mugs,
a white china fruit bowl, the entire
accumulation Of 20 years reckless
buying.
Glare, how on earth did you do
It? I never dreamed there was so
much stuff packed away up there in
the attic. And such lovely things.
Clare laughed eXcitedly. Neither
did I. I was simply amazed when
I began to look over the possibilities.
I'm almost ready to open for busl-
ness. Don't you think there's enough
stuff here to make a beginning?'
I've been in many gift shop
where there was less" Nancy said
simply. That's why you are so
tired-you've been working at this
all by yourself?"
"Yes. I did it alone. I've worked
like a fiend, but I enjoyed doing it.
I've been happier than I ever was
in my life"
ITO think Of those old curtains
we used to drape around us and
play Going to the BALI coming to
such a glorious end. They are love-
""
Even Mr.. Duval Active.
"They didn't look that way when
! dug them out of the chest. I had
to steam and brush for hours on
end, but I think they justify the
work, don't you?'
They certainly do. When do you
open, Clare? I want to come over
that day"
I'm having some swanky little
announcements made. and I'll mail
you one. Do you think you could
bring Mrs Sinclair?"
Nancy looked doubtful. II don't
know. But I'll try. Anyway, I'll
show her the announcement"
She ran up to her fathers Office
10 see him for minute, but he was
not there.
Hes been going after new busi-
ness this past week-getting it, too"
Miss Mason informed her with quiet
satisfaction.
"Oh, I'm so glad! Tell him I ran
IN to say hello. will you?"
She had sent the chauffeur back
10 Fairfield hours ago, expecting to
have her father drive her out. As
he was not available she called
taxi from his Office, and smiled
wryly when she paid the driver 81
at the end of the trip.
I've certainly set a record for
reckless spending this afternoon"
she thought, as she climbed the
front steps. Spunky ran from some
private retreat to welcome her, arch
ing his back and waving his hand
some plumy tail.
He strolled majestically beside her
as she went in, but Nancy knew that
he would desert her when they
reached Mrs. Sinclair's suite. True
enough, when they got there he
stopped, uttered an imperative NEW
and the door was opened at once by
Marie. He went nonchalantly in
without backward glance.
"Spunky is quite convinced that
we live only to minister to his
wants." Mrs. Sinclair had once re-
marked about her pet. and Nancy
thought it was very likely true.
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