Browning chief. [volume] (Browning, Mont.) 1941-1953, 1941-11-14
I've seen a few Easements" Molly

I've seen a few Easements" Molly
informed him coolly.
Have you ever stepped on the bust
ness end Of garden rake in the
dark? Or run into a clothesline
stretched chin high from wall to wall?
Or picked yourself up out of heap
of ashes and cinders in front of the
furnace?
Molly laughed. in spite of herself
mo, but /"
well, you're getting a break, lady
I'm moving my junk out right now,
but it's a cinch they're not coming
back for their last winters ash pile
I've got to move that, too. And, look
when we moved into this place
"So-you're a mover, too?"
He gave her quiZzical look. 1T
runs in families. lady. Would you like
to hear my story about it?"
Il don't think so, but"
"Listen-when you move in here, we
move out. And when we move in
! somewhere else, somebody moves out
| of here. But they've got to move some
where else, see? And someone else has
to move-well, you get the general idea
don't you?"
Perfectly"
That's what they call a vicious
| it far enough, you get sort of dizzy
It's like trying to figure out space
and eternity, and how high is up"
Dad Garrett came up the porch
steps Juggling heavy box and puff
ing prodigiously.
Here, Mr.. Garrett" the young man
offered, "let me take one end of that
Dad set the box down. II don't know
what mother put into it, besides her
jewels, but" He wiped his dripping
brow. well, if you're not in any
hurry, Jay"
Jay. indeed! Molly glanced toward
the street where a car of obscure
vintage stood at the curb. The box
was hurried into the kitchen and jay
was back at once. He began to haul
his belongings out of the closet, Dad
| Garrett helping him.
"Oh, this is my daughter, Molly, Jay.
And this is Jay Godfrey, Molly" said
Dad.
We're only six blocks from here
said Jay, grinning.
"Only six blocks! I wouldn't call
that moving"
1T isn't moving. It's fit. But next
year"
Molly hurried up the stairs. She had
forgotten all about her desire to cry.
She wanted to laugh. And it had all
happened in the last 10 minutes
+ The front room that was to be hers
until the CARROTS moved again-had
fresh, clean smell, and new, crisp
look. Her day bed had a new cover,
and bright frilly curtains hung over
the two windows that looked out upon
the street. Everything was in place,
even the twin Japanese prints on the
wall on either side of her dressing
table. How they must have worked to
make the room ready for her before
she came home from the office! Her
eyes misted suddenly as she put her
arms about her mother.
You shouldn't have done it. mom!'
she cried.
But Mrs. Garrett sighed happily.
Il didn't want you to come home to
everything upset. know how you
hate moving. And after your day at
the office"
IT should have taken the day off
and helped you"
Molly wanted to tell her mother
that Win Ponsford had offered to
bring her home in his new car, but
she had a vague feeling of shame
now about her refusal to let him.
Through the open window came the
sputtering sound of a motor. Molly
moved the crisp curtain aside, looked
down, and saw Jay Godfrey grin up
at her once, wave his hand, and drive
away.
THAT Godfrey boy and dad Ger
tainly made picnic out of moving!'
her mother laughed.
"Picnic!" Molly glanced about the
room again. STILL think we're 60
ing to like it here. While it lasts,
anyhow"
A car drew up to the gate as Molly
left the house the next morning. A
red head thrust itself from the open
door.
GOOD morning. Miss Garrett. I'm