Evening star., 1944-01-16
"GARTERS! GOSH SAKEl"
Continued from preceding page

''You aren't just blonde, you're golden - shining
like today
I'm a cheat, Penny made herself remember; not
shining or golden - just liar! I've got to tell him.
She said Lets sit on this bench and talk Don't
touch me, or look at me. There's something -
'Oh, here you are, Penelope, my dearr' The worst
had happened - one of her fathers personally
Quoted tours! If she had given quick glance
beyond Bobs broad shoulders she would have sighted
the familiar orange and blue striped jersey in time to
flee This is my elder daughter - Mrs Andrews
Miss Palmer Miss ="
He made the rounds, while Penny stood, like
snowmaid frozen to the spot, feeling Bob standing
ramrodsh beside her, not daring to look at him.
Mechanically she managed the required response
This is Sergeant Kendall from Camp
WHY, yes-of course!' Unexpectedly her fathers
face lighted up not just his genia-host look you
were here last Sunday You're the boy who wrote the
lyrics for that hit artillery show I've read couple
of the short pieces you left with They're darned
good! Of course you can never tell how something
will catch on but it's my sincere opinion that you're
on the way to becoming another Private Hargrove'
in a different way
Thank you very much, sir really didn't expect
you even to read them 1t was my colo'eFs idea that
l come thought had whale of lot of nerve"
Penny couldn't believe her ears.
Il usually don't read stuff, l admit, her father
went on Il must have glanced at the first page acci-
dentally, and it took hold of was going to send
for you; glad you happened to drop in again"
Your - daughter invited me!'
He did have a whale of lot of nerve! And she had
been in abject misery all week for her deceit!
"You promised to show US the arboretum, Mr. Star
gate of the party said 1T would be nice if Miss
Penelope and the sergeant would join US -
"If you'll excuse us" Bob said firmly.
The instant the Others were out of earshot Pennys
flow of words - torrents of them came back to her
Everything YOU said - said - anyone could say
about writers. goes double for me- hate them! Con-
ceited two-faced mercenary! They'll do anything to
promote the sale of book - 10 get one published -
even to making love to famous author daughter"
'You believe that" Bob caught her shoulders.
pressed down hard. why. you little = little you
Penny Smith'
II was going to explain - about that" the torrent
turned into feeble trice Il was starting to - and
why did it i guess it IS too late now
IT ISN'T. But think know Let's skip it. was
going to tell you too today about the things I've writ
ten Just the words to screwy musical show we put
on down at camp. Then the short pieces showed to
your father. They probably won't amount to darn;
but if they do, you'll be ueA-trdined for wJe -"
II WON'T"
The Dalmatians, advance guard probably of an
other group of walkers discovered them gleefuly,
and wiped muddy paws up and down Pennys she'll
pink skirt. Bob patted them receptively.
Il suppose you adore horses, ducks and pigs too!'
she groaned. Il suppose if it weren't for Army regu
lations, you'd be wearing striped jersey or filthy
T-shirt!"
Yes on all counts he admitted pulling her
away from new set of approaching voices But
there's one thing don't like It's this street-fair.