Detroit evening times. (Detroit, Mich) 1921-1958, 1941-07-07

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home"
"Why. that's wonderful" Nan
returned, but I don't hear n
sound"
They're In the attic, but
they'll plunge down In a heap II
they follow precedent You
look worried, Nan. Anything
wronge"
Nan sat down on the window
seat. A large. woolly elephant la,
on lis side. and she wondered FOL
a moment why Alice allowed thi'
carelesSness. a place for every
thing. Roger had learned thai
much. az least
Alice came over and lifted the
She sat down. still hold
ng the unwieldly thing.
600 on, Man." she urged. Tell
me"
Its Roger" Nan admitted.
She told what he had done that
morning. Hes not done that
before. Alice, hut he often tells
lies. He seems unable TO get
any story straight. II I refuse
10 listen, he'll go out TO Winnie.
Apparently. she enjoys his tall
stories"
$50 you're going 10 send him
back. l was hoping he would
be an education TO you," Alice
said, impulsively. Then seeing
the puzzled frown touch Mans
brow, she went on: "You were
an only child, Nan. There are
things about children you pos
sibly don't understand"
I'll agree TO that, but I'm
really frightened. j see now
that adopting a child IL a fright
full risk. These traits only now
coming 10 the surface. It's just
like wandering In the dark, you
don't know what you'll strike
next"
Sometimes you feel that way
with your own Cniluren.
IL didn't feel that way with
my own little boy, Ronald. When
he died he was just about
Rogers age, and he had never
given John or me one hour of
trouble, or bewilderment, such
as feel now" Her voice broke,
you'll say IL was because he
was never well. / can't believe
that's the answer. Look at your
own children"
DON'T BE SILLY
eff did with a coldly APP
praising eye, Nan, Id probably
expire of chagrin in plain
words consider myself failure
as a mother"
Don't be silly, Alice"
Just then a hurricane seemed tc
trike the house. Merely the chill
lren galloping down the stairs ano
nto the living room. The eldest
10Y, Arthur, went straight TO his
mother.
Mother" he began, in a high
clear voice. These two punlxs
are the limit. They don't know
how to play fair--they talk out
of turn and they snatch"
you're a liar" Bobby. his
younger brother return d,
briefly.
"Children," Alice commented,
you're all barbarians. Speak to
Mrs. Foster"
For a moment glimmer Of
heir social selves appeared.
"How do you do, Mrs. Foster"
they parroted. politely. Then
Jane. a lovely little girl of 5.
confronted her mother: "Why
are you holding my efelunt ?"
she demanded. He was resting
over there because he was
tired"
But she meant to Kill him
soon," Bobby put in, his blue
eyes shining avidly.
Because he went amack,"
Jane explained.
"Amuck," you dope" Arthur
corrected.
The two younger ones vanished
Zach trying TO Guido the other ir
l wild rush up the stairs. Arthur
Mother" he asked, with vast
earnestness, "why are children
such pains In the neck"
Alice laughed.
Those children will he your
nice sister and brother come
Fall. Trouble Is it's nearing the
end of Summer vacation and
you've all been too much to-
gether."
Nan had viewed the scene ir
sstonished horror. When Arthur
eft the room, she said:
1--WE never seen them act that
way before"
NO? Well. Nan, those insur-
gents are my own. But 1 can't
send them back where they
came from"
SPARE ME-" SHE BEGS
Nan understood the implication
put her face still remained stern
There Is obedience. honor,
truth-telllng, good manners"