The Waterbury Democrat., 1946-01-01
Illustrated by George Scarbo.

took almost nothing to fill his eyes with tears-but Julia scorned soft ness of any kind. She had no qualms at all about such things as batting hooks and having kittens drowned. She gave no sympathy and tolerated none. If she was sick, she never &C., knowledged 1t. When a tooth had to come out, she pulled it herself by tying one end of string to 1t, the other end to the door-knob, then slamming the door. Moreover, she had spirit. In those days when chil- dren were supposed to accept with out question, she challenged anyone, regardless of age or experience.
 CHE could not tolerate lies or ex- O cuses. Often my mother asked my father to bring something home from the store, it being just below his office. When he forgot, he didn't like to admit it. Instead he was apt to say, Tim didn't have any" or Tim had closed up when I left" My mother always appeared to be- lieve him. But not Julia. "Nonesense, Papa" she would say coldly without looking up. He never took her to task for it. I think he was afraid to.
 I was g, and, it hurts me to re- member, the plainest of the three. Both Sue and Julia resembled my mothers family. Sue had blue eyes, a short, straight nose, and heavy chest nut hair which she wore in coronet braids. Julia had brown eyes, brown curls, and nose that was pleasant ly rounded. Both had slender, grace full figures. I was sturdy, like my father. I had thin, mousy hair which I wore in short, limp braids, looped up and tied with ribbon, gray eyes, and nose that turned up a little.
 My mother had been a native of Boston, and although my father used to joke her about having mar ried beneath her and come to live in the provinces, he felt the truth of it, just the same. Whenever my grandparents visited us, he couldn't do enough for them, or for us, either. Ordinarily If a patient want ed splint or bandage he would fix him up in the kitchen, but when my grandparents were with us, he took everyone down to the offlce, as if it were a matter of course. He changed his shirt the minute he came in without being reminded, and he kept his coat on all the time. (My mother had to keep sharp eye on Julia then0 He liked to talk bus mess with my grandfather, especial ly about the Shrewd deals he had made.
 From the time was 2, my grand parents visits had been growing less frequent. The trip was hard, they said, and they were getting older. They preferred to have us come to Boston. We girls preferred that, too, for we loved to sail down the bay, winding in and out among the tiny green islands, where sheep were grazing or lying motionless in the shade, like those on the monuments in the village graveyard. We loved, too, the tossing, open sea. The sol- emn, fearful sound of the bell buoys. The whistle tearing through our plugged ears as a boat passed. The dark water, glistening under the stars.
 TRAVEL was no novelty to mother.
 A AS a child she had often taken long trips with her father, who had been a coffee merchant with con- nections in all the leading cities of the east. By the time she was 10 she had visited New York, Philadelphia, and Washington. She had heard symphony orchestra and seen a real play in a theater In Washington she had stood outside the White House and watched President Ru- therford B. Hayes pass by in his carriage. When she was IS, she had gone away to school. spending two