Show SUMMER SHOWER By BARBARA DECKER I YEAR OLD IGHT YEAR OLD Bobby Wilson Wilson Wil WU- E EIGHT son stood undecided making circles in the dust with his bare toe Lu Martin a year older and the cause of his indecision moved Idly to and fro in the swing suspended suspended suspended sus sus- from a limb of the oak across the lawn from the Wilson farmhouse His mother had ha told Bobby to be nice to Lu Lu but he had grown wary after several re re- buffs The thought cf of Lu spending the Summer here while her parents parents parents par par- stayed In Chicago that her father might go to a hospital there for an operation was far from cheering Then with a resigned shrug he decided hed he'd better ask her Hey Lu La want to go fishing h he yelled No Why not notT he asked walking over to her Who wants to go fishing in a little old brook and catch some little old fish When we go fishing In D Oregon we go to the river and aud c catch some big ones Lu wrinkled her freckled nose Oh yeah I 1 bet you never caught a fish in your life I Lu bounced off the swing and with a disdainful lick flick of her skirt flounced across the lawn You burn bum me up she flung back over her shoulder Bobbys Bobby's brown eyes danced mis mb- Dashing past her he grabbed up the filled halt filled watering pot by the pump and chased her around the yard sprinkling water the while and howling If U I 1 burn i I you up Id I'd better put out ou the fire I Bobbys Bobby's mother attracted by the I yells arrived in time to meet her I bedraggled niece and her dripping e son IOn If you two cant can't play together r perhaps you y u can work separately Lu you clean the upstairs hall hall- closet and Bobby you clean the theon theone theone on one in the way area off the hitch kitch en Lu stalked up the stairs and j I Bobby dragged off to his job Girls Bobby grumbled are area I Ia a pain in the neck especially Lu Martin The hated task was finished at last last but then it was time IDe to hunt the eggs Just Inside the barn door he stopped It sounded like someone was crying behind those bales of straw He edged around them And there was Lu stretched out her face burled buried In her arms the matter You sick rick he asked anxiously coming nearer Go away Lu raised a tearstained tearstained tear tear- stained face ace Shall I 1 get Mom No Lu sat up mopping tears i with a soggy handkerchief i t You crying because you had to I clean that old cry too Lu sniffled if 11 I your father was In a hospital and your your mother stayed I with him and you had to live on on an old farm where nobody liked you Tears I threatened again Aw dont don't cry Bobby said laid I sitting down beside herI herI her I guess It is tough he agreed But youre you're wrong about one thing Mom and Dad like you I t would too if you'd stop bragging about ab t Oregon Well youre you're always showing oil oft your things Lu retorted They looked at each other hos- hos And then Lu giggled I guess we both like to brag brai she saidI said I 1 was only trying to share things with you like Mom told me to It seemed like ik bragging to me Our things are so different I guess I 1 did brag Lu admitted They grinned at each companionably Lets hunt the eggs and then I go meet Dad Maybe hell he'll let us ride home on on the hay wagon That's fumy fun f Bobby invited Oh yes yes lets rye Ive never ridden I on one Lu accepted |