The coastland times. [volume] (Mnateo [i.e. Manteo], N.C.) 1947-1959, 1951-01-05
Dorindo Plans Lazy
Afternoon on Beach

The small funeral chapel was
crowded with people. Practically
everyone who lived in or near the
little town was present. The odor Of
flowers was almost overpowering.
Cleve had sent a blanket Of white
roses. He had brought his mother
to cali at Thorndyke House the day
before. Dorinda had liked Mrs.
Adams on sight. She was a fenni-
nine replica Of Cleve, older, but
with eyes just as blue, her lustrous
black hair untouched by white.
The sun was sucking up the mist
which had fingered till past mid
day when they came to their jour-
ney's end. The piled-up flowers
about the open grave made q
mosaic of brilliant color.
"Ashes to ashes. Dust to dust"
It was over. They were turning
home again, leaving Grandmother
alone in the warm and kindly earth.
The car drew up in front Of Thorn
dyke House again and the four
women got out, leaving Edward to
take the car on around to the gar
age. There was no chauffeur en-
ployed in this household. Edward
had an affection for his expensive
cars, as he had for all his posses
sions, and preferred to pilot them
himself.
Inside, Dorinda ran up the stairs,
heading for the sanctuary Of her
room. Fay followed her and. just
as Dorinda reached her door,
stopped her with a hand upon her
arm.
I'm glad you're not crying, Dor.
india" The girl caught the note of
approval, unusual in Fay's voice.
There's no use in trying to grieve
for someone who meant nothing to
you. AS for me, I'm no hypocrite.
/ don't pretend to be sorry. Now"
and for the first time since Dor
india had known her, Fay gave the
girl a smile which contained real
warmth, "as soon as the conven-
tons permit, Edward and will be
married. There's no obstacle r
our way now!"
On Tuesday morning, the day
after the funeral, Fay remarked
at the breakfast table that she
would like to 60 away for the day
"Of course, we can't attend the
theater or anything Of that sort,
Edward, but suppose you anG ]
drive up to Monterey for dinner Ii
win do us both good ITO be away
from the house. We've been coopee
up here for so long"
II know I'm not going to stick
around" Lana poured a liberal
amount Of cream over her cereal
And I'm going to take Mother
down to the Red Cross workrooms
She might as well be rolling ban.
dages, or whatever they do there,
for the British. as stewing about
the house."
"Oh, Lana, don't believe"
Harriet's, face puckered in protest
Now, Mother, I'm sick Of hear.
ing you say how lonesome you are
whenever I'm away. The same song
day after day. You're going if
have to tie you up and deliver you
at the door. You can't tell, maybe
you'll like it."
Edward folded his newspaper
carefully and laid it down. THAT
isn't bad idea, Fay. / think per-
haps I would feel better for a change
Of scene" He stirred sugar into
the fresh coffee Fay had just
poured for him. ''Have you and
Dorinda decided just when you
want to go?"
Two small perpendicular creases
marred the smoothness Of Fay's
forehead and Dorinda said quickly,
"oh, I'm not going. Uncle Edward.
I'm planning to take Randy and
spend the afternoon down on the
beach"
II don't think I want to leave you
here alone, Dorinda."
why, / won't be alone. Greer
and Carrie win both be here. And
Carol"