The Wilmington morning star., 1947-09-17
Honest, Edwin, I'm net werth T."

the hasty notes, had been a
huge success; 50 much so that
some of the guests had gone on
to other southern ports. Martin
had chartered 4 yacht and they
were having, "a too, too marve-
lous time" according to LISA.
Their return to the States was
very indefinite. There was some
talk that they might 60 on to
Rio, or come back through Mex
leo; but the tone of the brief
notes and the cards indicated
that LISA was quite confident
and happy.
Later, Gail admitted with
shame that there were whole
days when she forgot all about
her mother. Forgot everything
that had existed in her life be-
fore she had come to Twin Oaks
She was so busy and excited
and happy in getting the little
house ready for occupancy.
It was midsummer by now
and the field work had lessened,
so that she and Norah and Kate
could put in more time getting
things straight. Greg worked
through the days reshingling
the house, putting down new
floors, and painting.
The time sped by on silver
wings and Gail was happier
than she had ever dreamed
she could be. There was no
thought of a trousseau; she
had brought with her so many
lovely things that had been
hanging untouched in the closet,
and her new life as Greg's wife
would call for far more practi-
cal garments, which Kate and
Norah helped her make.
Gail had been astounded when
Kate had brought out from a
storeroom one morning an arm
full of printed cotton cloth, and
had said, 1--WE been saving feed
sacks for a long time, and be-
ing very careful to always see
that when we bought a sack of
chicken or COW feed the patterns
matched in at least three
sacks"
Gail stared at the little heap
of washed and folded squares,
and then looked up at Kate.
Feed sacks?" she asked in
credulously.
Kate laughed richly.
"Of course, darling" she an
swered lightly. cts much bet
ter material than you can buy
at the stores nowadays. The pat
terms are nice, and the cloth is
soft and durable. Norah and 4
and practically all our friends
wear dresses made of feed
sacks the year round"
She held up a length Of cloth
with a white background pat
termed with small clusters Of
purple violets with green leaves.
Three matching pieces make
a Dress" Kate explained. "And
I've been careful to see that we
had at least three pieces of each
pattern. And where we run short
We'll combine with some
thing else"
Gail gave a little delightful
aelp of mirth.
"Feed sack trousseau! What a
idea! Kate, you're a lamb
We'll divide them equally
50 we can all have new frocks
and be right in style"
Kate twinkled at her.
"Last summer, when Norah
rebelled against feed sacks and
insisted on a brand new store
dress, she and I shopped
The Atlanta stores, and m half
dozen instances found dresses
at six to eight dollars
made of material exactly like
some we had at home!"
And so Hates seying machine
aummed, and Kate and Norah
cut and basted and fitted and
made buttonholes. Kate proved
to have an excellent hand at
making slip covers, and there
were old trunks in the attic that
unexpected largesse in
the shape of disable material
that Hates ingenuity could turn
into decorative things for-the lit
tie house.
. Gail had written LISA Of her
approaching marriage and her
plans and had sent her letter on
10 the bank in New York that
handled Lissa's trust fund and
to be forwarded to Lis
sa. And late one afternoon, when
she was cramped and tired from
so long over her sewing,
she volunteered to 60 for the
mail.
Norah was downstairs some
where and Gail left Kate finish
ing up a last bit of sewing be-
fore stopping to cook supper.
Gail went down the weed-grown
drive to the highway, where the
route man left the mail
in a battered old box.
(TO Be C0ntinued)
BROTHER LIKE BROTHER
HUNTINGTON, Ind. W.D-Rus-