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Mine are all right. I was thinking only of yours. Now, try it yourself. Yes, that's the way! You have it!" "Polly!" Miss Crilly was on the floor, hugging her knee. "I'm here!" laughed Polly. "Do you know anything that will scare away a double chin?" "Yes, I do!" "Oh, jolly! What is it?" "I'd like to hear about that!" spoke up Miss Castlevaine. Polly thought a moment.
Things grow worse every day. Boiled tripe for dinner ugh!" Miss Castlevaine's face wrinkled with repugnance. "And only potatoes to go with it," sighed Mrs. Albright. "It's too bad we can't have green vegetables and fruit now, in the season." "I heard something yesterday," resumed Miss Castlevaine, "that I guess you won't like I don't know what we're coming to!
Miss Castlevaine looked at her watch for the twentieth time. "It is a quarter past five!" she frowned. "Where can they be!" "We may as well sit down while we wait," laughed Mrs. Albright. "Wandering round in a circle won't bring them any quicker." She lowered herself plumply beside Miss Sterling. "Now don't you go to worrying!" she said.
"Too bad June Holiday couldn't have lived just a little longer!" Mrs. Bonnyman sighed. "What would she say if she knew how her wishes were ignored!" Miss Castlevaine shook her head. "Regular prison house!" snapped Mrs. Crump. "Well, I'm glad to be here if I do have to obey rules," confessed a meek little woman with grayish, sandy hair.
"N-no, I guess I won't yes, I will, too!" Miss Castlevaine looked round with a short laugh. "What's the matter, Polly? Lost your beau?" "No, he's lost me!" was the quick retort. "Oh, is that it?" "Yes, Miss Castlevaine, that is precisely it!" A warning flush was on Polly's cheeks. "Thank you, Miss Nita, I'll go up for a little while," she said.
They'd a good deal better spend it on telephones." "They've got a new rug down in the hall," announced Miss Castlevaine. "'Most anybody could have new rugs if they stole the money to buy them with!" "What do you mean?" was Miss Crilly's quick query. "You'd better not say anything about it; but I heard that Miss Twining wrote a poem for a Sunday-School paper and got eight dollars for it "
Polly was too excited to heed Miss Sterling's warning pinch. "I never saw anything out of the way in her," attested Miss Mullaly. "She has always appeared to me like a very cultured woman." "She is a perfect lady," asserted Mrs. Winslow Teed. "Yes, she is!" agreed Miss Castlevaine. "I guess Miss Sniffen's the one that's losing her mind huh!" "Is she as bad as ever?" queried Mrs. Tenney anxiously.
Miss Sterling looked up quickly. "What do you mean?" asked Miss Crilly. Miss Castlevaine moved her chair nearer, listened intently, and then began in a low voice: "I was coming up with a pitcher of hot water, and you know there's a little place where you can see down on the desk.
Simple courtesy, Juanita Sterling told herself two hours later; but now her heart was filled with a quivering joy that was almost pain. On the homeward ride she found herself seated next to Miss Major, with Miss Castlevaine just beyond. "We seem to be shifted round," Miss Castlevaine observed. "I came up in the second car, Dr. Dudley's; but Mrs.
Such airs! You'd think she held a mortgage on the world!" A soft tap on the door was followed by the entrance of Miss Castlevaine. "Have you heard?" she whispered tragically. "No." Miss Sterling grew grave. Polly bent forward in her eagerness. "You see, I went down to get a pitcher of hot water, and I heard Miss Sniffen's voice in the dining-room and so went in that way. Mrs.
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