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Show Meeting Up With Martlia 1 fe&Sfgf 1 1 nothing like that. Xever kept 'em. He could E,v8 me pink or red roses. $15 a dozen; English violets, one twentv-iive the. bunch; or orchids at "Ah save it up for somebody who don t know what thev want," savs I I m just shoppin' for marigolds.'" And when I reports back without 'em my plump friend with the grav hair seems a lot disappointed. "Oh dear'" Phe eichs ''I'm sure I don't know what I shall do." Course, that gets mo more or le curious. "Do you eat 'em, or what?" says I. She indulges in a nervous little laue-h. -)li, no, says sue. "T am only mod- i3rKI'G of 11013 shifts ani 'KiAa n'' 'reminds me of marigolds S j!,!i this Chateau Xuit joint. Yes, J lL mav listen odd, but it's a the ame. 1 never 6ee one ' tbinkin' of the other. . You vcu'll work up combinations y-only with -T0U maybe il mi2ht '"'r'ias and the Victory arch, or ! :-dJ pig3' fpet and yiaKara Falls-it's Falls-it's marigolds and the Chateau '"r?t that French accent of rains ;: 'f-tluough the nose? Swell, '-" ' t.-": ,. t feed it to vou about the first? Tes, 1 expect that 's '" it ou?ht to come. Not that fav'rite flower. .:ot at all. :".Pv I don't care for the perfume. S veu and me I think they're -Vfrapant as a cake of hotel " But ft was marirrolds I was '"'.' for all over the Gran(i Cen' -i,.;on and for three blocks north iii. Poor place to find 'em, too. '-,'' started me out lookin' for 'em ' v'-a Martha Smith. No, a per--"raiir to me. Anyway, she was .time. That's another odd thing '.' nis Now most people could ".round the Grand Central wait--', Pa for days, I suppose, without chumfeiv with anybody. But ' i, I dnnft'know whether it's my '.. "-'i of ingrowin ' beauty, or what, ;-,f'e' feem to come to me like I :'n'iee of human fly paper. Sure '", i;'o matter what they want a '.fiiice milk for baby's bottle, or ;,pe on how to find a cousin in ' ,Vre they drift my way. ' see, 1 must have been stallin ' while Mrs. McCabe finished Vr.oppin ': or was 1 tloin' a trick .y-fjjey by meetin " the twins aud o'their trunks rechecked? I for- ' fisjtlv for it was maybe eight or r months a?o. ' Anyway, somebody .late and I'd camped down oppo-.i.o oppo-.i.o news stand and was wadin' js the sport in' pages of a cou-: cou-: ,)f home extras when I: gradually if idea that the party in the next ns siziix ' me up sort of" careful ';oroiitth. "i kn'in' how you can sense such without turniu' your eyes. You ("ffeel the look. So after it had on a couple of minutes more 1 . s easuai rli;n pse over the top of notlunar like that. Xever kept 'em. He could give me pink or red roses. $15 a t"rfaTj35ai dozen; English violets, one twentv-five teftii.t'. ' : the bunch; or orchids at " -." SS5s2J,ti "Ah, save it up for somebody who KT.'ypSlsf- -.;i'.f.i T don t know what they want," savs I. "--.. ' J im .1" st s hoppm 'for marigolds." . v 1 And when I reports back without 'em t -WJ-.r ' ' my plump friend w,th the gray hair - ,! ,i --. J seems a lot disappointed. "Oh, dear'" ' I "4 she sighs "I'm sure I don't know what ! , jr" ' ' I shall do." ( ( r l k . Course, that gets me more or less ' ? . " , ' '.. cnrioiis. "Do you eat 'em, or what?" " says I. f t fc - She indulges in a nervous little laugh. 4- Hfi-," j-'1; Ohno, says sue I am only mod 5t it J ,--3- -? I rM , " ' w" -e1 j ee "I she is, Tvell pnst fifty, probably Tviih uo folks tq fall back on, miUry little paved up out of her nine, or ten hundred hun-dred a year, and this L-arin stuff the only iob she can turn her hand to. 2s o wonder some school board director can throw a scare into her by simply shak-inn' shak-inn' his head. And then here she is loaded down unexpected with a nieco that she don't know much about. do hope she will be quiet spoken and gentle mannered,"' says Martha. 'Oh. most likely she will,'3 soys J, sootliin '. About then a 'bell rings, there's a stir around the grates at Track 17. and the next we knew people . from Chicago and points west begun streamin' past. What I was stretchin' iny neck to discover was a searsd-lookin' little girl lugcin' a shabby suitcase; a young miss in a checked gingham ging-ham dross maybe, with her hair hangin' down her back. You know, sort of a tf's Hopkins type. But no thin' like that shows up. The three forward coaches had about been emptied and I was beginnin' to think that probably Martha's niece had missed connections somewhere when I felt Miss Smith grab my arm excited. Follow-In' her look I finds this zippy dressed young lady givin' Martha the once over. She's a tall, willowy young tiling who has buttoned herself into a sport serge skirt about the size of au umbrella cover, bung long jet danglers in her ears, and pinned a nifty little bonnet draped with a long brown veil on top of a wonderful pile of cinnamon brown hair. Not that she's any front-row charmer. Her face is too long and thin for that and her mouth cut too generous. But you can tell by one glance from them big dark eyes that she's a live wire. "Eh?" says I, turnln' back to Martha. "Oh, I don't know," groans Martha. "But she she is the image of Roland Deems and she is looking at me as if " Next thing we knew she was doing more than look. She has whistled to the red-capped porter, who is strugglin' along with a black patent leather suitcase the size of a young trunk, and has stopped in front of Martha. "Excuse me if I'm pi ay In the wrong hunch," says she, "but aren't you Aunt Martha?" "I I suppose I am," says Martha gaspy. "That is, if you are Doris Deems." "Some guess!" says the young lady. "But what happened to the marigolds?" I expect that 'should have been my cue to fade away and let this family reunion re-union take its course. But Martha still has a grip on my coat sleeve and otherwise other-wise indicates that she wants me to stick around. So I'm introduced to Doris and we all trails into the waiting room and camps down on some seats. Meanwhile Doris proceeds to spill the lively chatter. "You're a regular auntie, I'll say," she goes on, "to take me in this way,''deedie vou are. Why, when your letter came I was plumb stranded. Fact. High and dry in a third floor back with no job, no friends, and a check book I didn't dare look in the face. Uh-huh! Almost up against the sob stuff. First time in my young career, too. But the minute I'd read your note, full of sympathy and heart throb's, I says to myself, 'Doris, darling, it's you for the big hop!' So I cashed in at the bank, played most of what they shoved me through the window on a yard of eastbound transportation, and here I am." "Yes. mv dear, here here you are, says Martha. It comes out weak and draggy, though. "Why all the wild enthusiasm?" asks Doris. Didn't you mean it?" rlht as to what these people want. i:h?" "You sure did." says T. "f take if . though, tlml the school board wrote out a blue ticket for Aunt. Martha?" '".'.hey did not," sns Doris. "We. bc.tt 1 'cm to it. for T had doped oui. i his Chateau Nuit scheme before I'd been oast a week. The hard part was to convince one of Dad's old friends so 1 1 c w o u 1 d unbelt enough real money to start the thing. After that it was easy." "How does Aunt Martha, like the act?" says t. "She's having the 1 1 me of her life," snvs Doris. "Isn't she looking stunning, though?" I couldn't deny it . "And the scheme is a winner, ch?" says , ".It's better than owning a tin mine." says Doris. ; Well, we bad a swell feed. And on the way home Mrs. rurdy-fVll asks rue j (rushy if .1 don't think it was all por-! por-! feotlv dear. As I'd had a glimoe at the 1 check Purdy-Pcll signed at the finish, .1 i could look her square in the eye.. ! "Ab-KO-lutely," suys 1. I them through the orations. It is a weary task. I sometimes envy Hercules. Her-cules. For they hate Latin and they come to dislike me. You would almost think I had invented the language just to interfere with their plans for junior proms and football games. Yet year after year I keep it up and shall probably prob-ably continue until Well, until the school board decides to drop me. Twice they've threatened to do it. They are only waiting for a good excuse. And now cornea DorisI " "Eh," says I, not gettin, the connection. con-nection. "Doris Deems," says she. "The niece from. Los Angeles for whom I peach Melbas. " "Kot the slightest use looking for marigolds in New York, ' ' says one bird, "but you might find them on Boylston street, Boston." "How about burin' a pack of seeds and growin' some?" says I. But after that I gives up and trails back to where Misa Martha Smith is clutchin' her shopping bag nervous. "It's all off on the flower signal," says I, "this ain't a marigold town. But say, how long before Doris is due?" ' Only twenty minutes now, ' ' says Martha. "Then we'll iust have to pick her I've sot eno-jgh. Of course, when I slarted in as a mob exira at five a day. I figured It would take nie only about six months to be running neck and neck with rauline Frederick and Nazir.iova. But it didn't work out that way. The directors admitted I had the bean and the pep. all riht. and some of 'em thought my f'p-ure f'p-ure might pass, but none oi 'em would stand for my face in a close-uo. Not never. And it's the only face I've pot in my outfit, auntie dear. So the nearest 1 ever came to a star part was when they'd jet me wear tier clothes and be thrown off the sulking steamer just after the explosion, or lugged down a ladder out of the burning mansion. Vou know? Stuff that the hcadliners balked at. And say. after that last trick of mine In the hospital six weeks with a busted arm I couldn't see it anv more. Not for little Poris. 'I'll go help Aunt Martha teach the young idea to shoot the dead languages lan-guages on the wing first,' says I. "Well, when do we begin'.1'' Aunt Martha ain't saying: when. The most she can seem to do is to stare sort of dazed at Poris and fold and unfold her hands in tier lap. Finally she sort of moans out: "Oh, t don't see how I am ever going to do it 1 I don't see how I can 1' "Meaning just what"" asks Poris. gazin' at her puzz'ed. Then, as she gets no answer, she turns to me. "Is it just a sudden spell, or is it chronic'.' "What's the big idea?" Course, I never would have crashed In if I hadn't got the pleadin' look from Martha, "riease," sa s she. "You tell her." "Well, T does my best at sketchin' out the situation; how Aunt Martha was sort of hangin' onto her lifetime job by her eyelids, what a self-sta rtin' bunch of gossips there was in this Bedford place, and so on. "And while in some parts." I adds, "they might admit that movie actresses might happen In the best of famliies. 1 take it that Bedford ain't such a spot." "Well, of all things:" says Doris. "I'd blot the escutcheon, would I? Say, auntie, don't you believe a word of it. Anyway, let's go see. For unless school teachers are better paid here than I think they are you don't stand to lose much, even if they do turn you loose. And if you ask me, I'll say It's high time you made a shift." "But you don't understand." says Martha.- "What else could I do?" "Why. a thojisand things." says Ports. "Leave it to riie. I may not look it, but I've lots besides hair under my hat. Come on, let's take a look at this Bedford outfit." She's a convincin' talking young party, Doris. ' I expect they did start for Massachusetts on the next train our. I can't say, though, for at about that stage of the game I had to rush oft to meet whoever I'd been waitin' for, and I hnd to leave Doris and Aunt Martha. In the air, so to speak. Not only that, but I never even got so much as a picture postal from either of 'em, or a hint as to how they came out with the school board. My guess was, though, that If Doris landed in that tight skirt and them ear danglers she would spill the beans for Aunt Martha right from the start. And now, away at the tag end, we come to this Chateau Nuit joint. First I heard of it wras one evenin at home when Mrs. Purdy-Pell was gushin' to Sadie about some place where they'd bad dinner when they was motorin' down from the Berk-shires. Berk-shires. "It is absolutely unique," declares Mrs. Purdy-Pell, "and we were so lucky to hear about !t. You see. it is quite off the main road, way up on top of one of those lovely hills overlooking the Connecticut. 1 ou drive in through a double row of tall cedars that form almost a tunnel, and then you come to this gloomy-looking old brick house with all the front shutters closed. Why, it's positively spooky, even from the outside. Then you go up to a charming old six-paneled colonial door witli a perfect dream of a fanlight overhead, over-head, grasp the huge brass knocker and give the mystic signal. "Mystic?" says Sadie. "Oil, truly, my dear!" says Mrs. Purdy-Pell. Purdy-Pell. "No one knows it except those whose names have been proposed and who have sent in their $5l initiation fee. The Twombley-Cranes proposed us, you know. But even then one must wait until someone some-one inside pulls back the sidelight draperies drap-eries and looks you over. It's liko being admitted through a secret gate. Really! But once the door opens you are received by the most distinguished appearing personage. per-sonage. You recall Dassour's portrait of Madame de Fleury? Well, exactly like that a dignified, dear old lady with pink cheeks and white hair and dressed in full lUmpire costume, even to the bla.ck beauty patch. Really, she is a dream. There is her daughter, too, a striking looking young person, who might have Just stepped out from the Petit Trianon." "Why, wdio are they?" asks Sadie. "No one knows," savs Mrs. Purdv-Pell. Purdv-Pell. "That is part of the charm of the place, the absolute mystery about them. From some old French fanillv. undoubtedly; undoubt-edly; nerhaps of the nobility. Mrs-Twombley-Cranc savs she heard that the elderly one Is a French countess, who passed through a frigbfful experience when the German crown prince occupied her chateau as his he;ulqnnrters, and who refuses to return to It until the French government has had him executed. I don't know. But she is a dear." "And the dinner?" puts in Sndie "Perfect!" says Mrs. Purdy-Pell.' "Vou might think you were dining in Paris. Only there is Ihe illusion or night end the days of Marie Antoinette. Yon are served by a butler and foottnan In hlai'k satin knee-breeches, blnok tailed rn:tts and pow-dered wics. Nolhing but candle Pghi. The dining-room hangings lire ail of black, too. And Madame Pahrlen that Is what she calls herself presides at the head like a queen mo' tier. Of course it is rather expensive. Put It Is so evc'lu-slve. evc'lu-slve. You s-' nply must go up with uh some time, shall we arrange for a week from Tm-day nel?" , I'll admit I didn't get myself all worked up over this Creak ioadlmnse stimt the way Mrs. I'urd-Pll does She end he,- crowd are easy thrilled. MI vou have to do to ple..,,e them is to pull sot'ne- . thmg odd oi- different and charge ahoijl four priees for it. 1 expect I'd have forgotten for-gotten the whole rigamarole about the Chateau Nuit and this .Madame pahrep, which I unrhTslao-l is Fren-h slang for Nohodv-Nohow if It hadn't developed devel-oped lhat I'm to he Included in (he party. "Ah, count me oui, Sadie." 'j "J ain't so ilrong for 1hiH'olr fuT." "' 'ertamly you must go along," kiiv Sadie. Whieh was one of the teaconp whv I did. We ncide the ti'iu ve; t e,via v. .ml ay. Ihe joint was a good fleal as Mi Furdy-Peil had d s-.-ril.Md. In r.-.ol, t lloi.ght fil'-t off ve il gol the v rong steer and l ad .-ome to some ahatdoied house. Hut ; tier -lirdy . Vi K- , i-i lour! mi.- :Mi the l;-..,uir the dooi-opetjK dooi-opetjK a lid " e ia gm to drift iu. Ir was v. I ' ii h.. slarlr, to introdu' e m; to thij.- Madame l'ain.:n thai I geir, ,v big j'-il. For a s rood or so J trie.1 lo tril my f-:r U'f jm-t my ImaL-iriation, hut v h. n slie Ci-,e, ii,;,i ,t,j t-a-p j , to-ierl un I '.-m-.v- my first hnmh v. a s rii-l.l. 7 he r'g.u lookin' parlv !u II... '")' Kiti.'h cor I i, m 1' I'h-huh: i ou've ku'-b. :! '. Martha Sinilh. ;.o oi io Sne t'S"" I' off weI, and V.f eour-e 1 rb t mal e any break. ,Vot ever, wh'n l.o'iri dr::c- in v. r !j a,! that tal'iou on l..r (isrcii'cn brov. n hair. TI fm re, c: r. o.,t of ,.,. ,; si,,- ,,,-t t.., me t , i.'.-.l !.! ami go,H through her part l-lihn' Put the. f;rr, rrmr.r-e, S i ),;, io- : ir!- to rm- to follow lo.r into one of 'he sole too,,.... ' o r-lr-e 1 r, hu e vol at'sln. Profe-;ror 71' -: 1 : s s i mi I m s ore I em" r.'ed to ;:'-,. you JiOf to blow th'i ' ' " '';--,'' n ," r : ; ,- T "Irs too rh h. : .. " ou ia c. I ou t loop mv Pad no ;., . eg- .,. . I ,,rf v j, an, , rig ; ,i,,-- i g. A") I IH'I'T Ihmk I g". ,) ,ijir. It's nobody to get nervous :'. Just a plump, motherly lookin ' biitil lady, dressed heat and .,! in blaeli, wi' h one htind grippin' ;.p"f bag and Ihe other clutchin' .jr-haniiled uiubrelia. So I wasn't . "an l icd or anything. ;.,ii'. of tlifi corner of my eye X ; f-: her fidjtctiu ' around, 'spe-v.aeu 'spe-v.aeu a train was announced, and viJ guess the had something on anil. But, then, people in rail-'.viiitiii' rail-'.viiitiii' rooms generally do, so i 1 leeper than ever into the paper v.s flmcklm ' over what some cub is' writer thought he was tellin' v. u'i'l about Mr. Dempsey's condi-ihien condi-ihien all of. a sudden I gets a i In ihe ribs and I looks up to see Jump parly nudgW me with the riia handle. ', ;'. ''irJon me, young man,'' says she, J TO lhat the train from Chicago n Mine inl " , 'O'jidn't say, Ma'am,'' says J. '?'stlic information dek, over to :';!(.'' Vi'j, 1 know,1' says she. ''I've -1 them three times and they say i 'wo hours and twenty minutes if they stick to it like that," 'I, "maybe it is. I couldu't give -Hi, even." I tuppose not," says she. "But w Well, you looked as though nzl'.t know. ' ' Pinnks, ' ' says I. "Not many are lint way. Must be one of my ' l"Cik in ' days. " siniies kind of friendly and for M'l Hie worried look 'fades out '" tired blue eyes. It's easy to 1 'lie's a good old soul; one of "V;Wit, gentle sort. Not so very 'ner, tor in spite of the gray ''I" Ims a fresh color in her cheeks aren't many lines under her ' ttom the Boston shoppin' bag '"hie cameo pin -that fastens her -d shirtwaist at the throat 1 Iff other items, I iudge she "a jomcwhere up in the baked bean m wirry to trouble you," she "i. but where could I purchase ;:inj0(3i ,',"'." , ys I, gawpin'. "eolils," she repeats. "I would lf Pale yellow kind, if I could fn, but I suppose any shade .';1 I 1 must have them." a florist's booth over bv vi, ,""' ' sa-ys "Yon might V"' ,us.htul,d "ct ,ost iE 1 tlifl. ' ' . ould would you mind : "I they have them? I will give ' ;(mw.v first. Will vou?" , "we!-' savs 1. e voung Greek with the fuzrv radiant striped shirt onlv Jrnful. Marigolds! No, erately fond of marigolds. Eut today Well, I simply must have them. You don't understand, of course. Sounds rather ridiculous, I've no doubt. But the fact is, I am here to meet someone some-one who hasn't seen me for a long time, someone who who may not recognize me; and whom I may not know, either. So I wrote that I would be wearing three marigolds. Silly of me to pick out such an old-fashioned I flower, wasn't it? But they were growing grow-ing in the garden and I I was a little flustered when I was writing. Then I came away in a hurry and forgot all about them until I was on the train.' So you see? ' ' - " Uh, uk!" says I, fluttering my left eyelid knowin'. "Think he can't pick you out unless " "Oh, it isn't a man!" she breaks in, pinkin' up in the ears. "Goodness no! It's just But probably you are not at all interested." "Suit yourself, Ma'am," says I. "If I did," says she, "I should tell you all about it. You you seem to be a trustworthy person. That is, I mean you have rather an honest face. Of course, I have read that confidence men and that sort " "Bight," says I. "But I'm not half smooth enough for that game. I have to work for my money." "Could I ask you who you are?" she comes back. "I've been wondering." wonder-ing." "Why," says I, "most people call me Professor McCabe." "Really!" says she. "Then it's all right. Vou sec, I'm a teacher, too. 1 am Miss Martha Smith, and I've taught Latin for Well, for a good mauv vears. What is vour chair, Professor?" "Physical cuiture," says I. "No chair at all. Mine isn't a sittings job. I run a studio where I take overfed plutes whose red corpuscle reserve is below par and exercise 'em at so much an hour." "Oh!" says Miss Smith, eyeing me curious. "How interesting! That is, if I fully understand. By plutes 3'ou mean er " "Excess profits dodgers." savs I. "Old boys with double chins and single track minds stock brokers, bank pres-, ident.B and so on who keep on cut.tin' coupons until their livers turn bolshevik, bolshe-vik, and then tlieyr come to me. Now what is .it you "say your line is Latin?" Martha nods and lets out a sigh. "Sounds kind of excitin', too, says 1. "It isn't," says she. "No more so than turning a coffee mill. T'm in the girl's high at Bedford, Mass. My classes average from thirty to thirty-five. thirty-five. Every fall. I start a new lot with 'amo, ainaa" a mat', coax them through the commentaries, introduce them the next vear to Virgil, and finally scold Wlgg- ... Ml 4 ydll'1-?-ii-'.V r ffi a bre IU been-' " ' I -jr- I "Of course.'' says a(ha, "but I I Toll me, child, how old pre you''' "Nearly twenty, aunt io, dear." says Doris. "Is that past the aj;e limit for stranded nieces?'' All Martha could explain was that she'd missed hr-r count by a few years. "I think I pet you,'' pays Joris. "Vou were expecting something young and tender, ten-der, a squab understudy. Too bad. Tint I it'B almost, an even split, auntie; for I I will say 1 wasn't looking for you to slmw j so many silver strands. Hoes school i teaching do Dial? Are you still at It?" Martha, p'eatis guilty on both counts. : "L'ut liow havo you hen living. Ivor's?" : she ask. "Vou pnoke of bing without wnrk-. Wlmt kind of work?" j ".Me?" says Doris. "Why. I went into t be jL'n-'S. t Ca lilornia industrv, of course. . The movies," I thought for a minute thre that Martha Mar-tha was gnine: to slump onto the floor. Anyway, it was one grand liUle jolt she gets, but .chfj recovers enough to ask 1 trembly: "Vou you don't mean that you have been a a moving picture actress':" ac-tress':" "Have been rich!," fay,1- Tioj-i. "I've had two yean; of it and J know wbn j from the c rowel ay the folks stream out," savs T. "That shouldn't be such a trick, "either. Most likely she'll be the only cirl of lhat ae landin' alone. Beside, she'll be lookin' for you, and' if siio is, vou ran easy spot her." ! Martha' don "t think it can be done, though. She s sure she'd miss her. "Then I'll stnnd by," savs I. "I'll do the sleuth work and when J cie vou the nudyc you do the hailin'. Come mi, wc'Jl co out by the pate of track seventeen. ' ' j t was -while wo v;n, w a i i i n ' them last few minutes that Mnrlha ?ivcs me a side lilit or why she's so fussed about havin' this nieco arrive. .Seems that sosslpin ; in Bedford, Mas.s., is a pomlar indoor sporr, and if this niece 1 of hers don't happen to be a nice man-! man-! nered. wed I behaved ynunsr thin r, or ; lias the trmn-ehewin ' habit, or don't use Ihe broad a or sound 1 1 . final c , it's 'all f;oiii ' to com' back on Martha. , V. ibrh. means that the school board v. i 1 1 find an excuse for lcltin ; her out. Cniii , i ii:; ; 's no dee p t ra crcd v for us to s;ij 1 1 our t ca rs over. if you s: :e i ; u)i from wh ere clie stands i I s '-rinus e:",ouuh for Mart ha ?mi:h. Here am waiting. My sister's - little girl. That is, she was little the last time I heard of her, but I suppose she has almost grown up since. She must be nearly sixteen. You see, I wasn't in very "close touch with Ann after she married Eoland Deems, lie was hardly the sort of man I thought she should choose as a husband. A sporting writer for newspapers. He'd been on the stage, too. Thev were always moving mov-ing about St. Louis, Denver, Cliicago. And he was always trying sonic! lung now. I don't suppose that sort of life is necessarily fatal, but Ann did not survive it. I think Doris was only tea when her mother died. Afterwards she j lived with her father at a boarding house. He had been cone nearly a vear before I heard of it. and. of course, I wrote right awav for Dons to come to me. There was no one e'se she could go to. Yet it. was a month before be-fore she replied. I can't imagine how she got along all that time. Hut she is coining now, and 1 don't see how she is ever going to know- me if 1 am not . wearing those marigolds, as 1 promised. If I only knew where 1 could st nd for .ome, or who to send. ' i "What's t he matter with me;' j savs T. . , I "But it's asking so much ot ot a, stronger,'' savs Marlha. I "We've been gettin' ncouaintod fn?r j in the last half hour, ain't we?" s'lys, T. "Besides, I still have forlv minutes min-utes or more to "kill and T n.ighr as well be mnkin' mvsc'.f useful. T.t.t'J take another whirl at this marigold hun t out side. " Well, as I've gat.J, :b mane"! I " huu'in' around Grand Cctrrnl siat'on is poor. If you don't belmve il .i'.i ' give it 8 try some time. "U hy, a ho of them flower shop clerks never honrl of such things, and some even "rioted that they didn't rvist. 1 ni'.;c: r-ive got the name wrong. Dicin 't 1 me:. a Helen G"uld cbrvsamhrmti-?? . "So." says I- "t.?t F::i. .D',i-;; rnr.sies, nor eggs I.:.;:an l.uss" .. i''1 |
