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CHAPTER 111
Big-hearted Sarah Daffodil acts
In every capacity, for the four -
family house in Garret after her
husband's death., The frugal, el-
deny Mr. and Mrs. Peppercorn
and the newly-wed Andrew and
Candace Thane occupy the two
top -floor apartments and below
them middle-aged Bert Fitts and
his wife -who is too engrossed in
war activities to care for her
home -and King Waters' --eteran
of World War I and his wife,'Em-
ma, a devotee of fine crocheting.
-Ta ii Fitts .decides{ 'to call upon
Candace and sign her up for vol-
unteer wort;.
The old lady shook her head. She
had a good deal of very white flair
massed under her brown hat. Though
both hat and -the black coat she wore
were perfectly neat, the one was too
large and the other too long to be
mistaken for the season's models.
"They're nice, quiet folks," Mrs. Pep-
percorn volunteered. "It's hard to
tell when, they're in or when they're
out." Under her arm .a -bindle of
silky. white stirred and the bright,
mischievous eyes of "Doggie," her
poodle, leered at the efficient Toni.
"Well, I hope Mrs, Thane is home
-I tried to phone, dint they have no
telephone." Toni had been honestly
startled by 'tier discovery earlier that
evening. "I do wish you'd come down
to the workrooms, Mrs. Peppercorn,
and see what 'wonderful things are
being turned out. You couldn't resist
sewing for us, I'm sure."
The old lady absently stroked the
dog's curly head. "I'm' not resisting,
my dear."
"Well-" Toni tentatively raised a
rather bony knee. "I must run along.
I left my husband tending the phone
and it's never long before a message
follows me, no matter where I go.
Good night, Mrs. 'Peppercorn -Dog-
gie's feeling, fine, I see."
She climbed the stairs correctly
and arrived, very •soldierly and erect.
at the door of 3-A. She smiled and
extended her hand cordially as An-
drew Thane, opened the door. "Mr.
Thane, of course, I'm Mrs. Bertram
Fitts -your neighbor in 2-B. I'd love
to come in a few minutes and see
your wife, if she is at home."
She was at home, the dark young
man was assuring her, holding the
door hospitably wide. A'step into the
scuare hall, then another into the
large, pleasant living room and a tiny
figure turned from the fire and cross-
edthe rug to greet her guest.
"My wife, Mrs. Fitts." Young Thane
spoke as if he were presenting the
Fairy Queen.
"You sew?" Toni Fitts glanced cur-
iously about the room.
She had a book that, showed how
to cut and make slip covers, Candace
said. "I haven't a machine and that
,handicaps me to some extent. I get
the covers cut out and pasted, then I,
fit them and make alterations• if nec-
essary and then I take them to a
friend's. _house where there is a ma-
chine. The basting is tricky, but I'm
learning it." •
Toni listened half -absently. It was-
n't the kind of room that appealed to
her, she decided, but her tastes were
modernistic.
"We love the apartment," Candace
Thane said, smiling above the flower-
ed cretonne that filled her lap.
Candace said earnestly, "I'm mak-
ing slip covers for the faded uphol-
stery---rwe had it cleaned. We paint-
ed the bookshelves and Andy is going
to do a tot more as he has time. He's
really a -genius with paint 'brushes."
The, rug, she painted out, was a
Brussels carpet square, sprinkled
thickly with tiny wreaths of pink and
blue roses. "It was Andy's grand-
mother's carpet. We found it in-- his
attic. I wish we had a pair of those
china dogs with curly heads, to sit
on either side of the fireplace.';
"Yes, I've seen,„them." Toni
straightened. "Sucthings are all
very pleasant" • under normal condi-
tions and in a normal world. I may
as well tell you, Mrs. fi'hane, that I'm
hoping to enlist you in a cause that's
taking myr time and attention to the
exclusion of everything else. I refer
to the struggle being waged for. dem-
ocracy." Toni Fitts took a guly from
her gless, set it down with such in-
VQ1untary emphasis that it threaten-
ed to crack the crystal Coaster.
A.M.
8.20
P.M.
12.04,
12,15
13,28
12.39
12.47
12.54
1:00
"We need clerical help at the work-
room where -We're packing boxes for
Britain," she went on. "We need
donations, but helpers also. Just two
evenings a week of your time, Mrs.
Thane, will give us a tremendous lift.
And how about parading? I'm to
dead the women vho are grouping for
national defense. In time we'll have
uniforms., but we don't want to spend
thirty dollars on a uniform, until • we
know what our duties will he." '
Quiet people 'baffled,• Toni Fitts, who
believed it everyone5s duty to keep
couversat!gn flowing as freely as salt.
"Surely you can come to us for one
evening a week, Mrs. Thane?" Toni
suggested.'
She was `sorry, Candace Thane said
Clearly. "We need our evenings, An
dy and I. Neither of us makes an, en
gagemeht that ties us up in Mance
MIIIIIIMIGGIMMmomigimoMMIMMORMIRIP
My s'han i studies three nights a
week, here at home. The rest of the
time we need to get our rooms in
`good order."
There was something old-fashioned
about the setup, Toni decided. Aloud
she said, 'We're all making sacrifices..
It might help your to do mbre, for
others, if you budgeted your lime.
Naw, for instance, if you had a tele-
phone-",
They couldn't afford 'a phone, Can-
dace demurred, turning a radiant
face towards her husband. "And the
way we feel about our time -well,
everything is so uncertain, we place
a high value on the hours we can
have together."
The older woman shrugged her thin
shoulders. "You took an awful chance
getting 'married before your husband
was -called. - There's been a lot of
criticism of men .who married after
the Act was passed and then claimed
exemption."
"I'm not, claiming exemption." An-
drew Thane looked soberly at the fire.
Toni sighed. "Well, I've wasted an'
hour. And I dashed,up here without
my knitting, so I've accomplished just
nothing. I don't suppose you'd agree
to knit, Mrs. Thane? We supply wool
at cost to those who are able to pay
for it."
"Perhaps a little later." Candace-
•smiied. "If• a dollar will be of any
.help to the wool fund, I'll be glad to
give you that. You have a' dollar,
haven't you, Andy?"
His curiously old, veined hands
brought, out his new; saddle -stitched
wallet and his stubby, blunt -tipped
fingers extracted a clean dollar bill:
"You ought to get your wife one of
our pins, Mr. Thane." Toni took the
dollar with a brief "Thanks." The
pins •sold for as little as two dollars
and a half, she continued, and were
the sort of thing that in time became
heirlooms.
Someone wished to speak to Mrs
Andrew Thane on the outside phone,
Sarah Daffodil announced on the
house phone a few evenings later.
"I offered to take the message, but
it's very personal," Sarah said cheer-
fully, when Candace Thane came
down. "There on my desk --I'11 be ip
the kitchen, if you need me."
The telephone conversation lasted
less than five minutes. 'Molasses -col-
ored lights gleamed in Candace's wide
deep waves as she put her head in, at
the kitchens doo4. "Thank you so
much, Mrs. Daffodil. It wasn't so
very personal -a woman I'd never
met."
"My grandmother's sewing chair has
a soothing effect on the nerves," Sar-
ah seated herself on the lovely carv-
ed 'sofa and waited.
Candace's steady fingers lighted
both cigarettes. "I'm 'not upset, only
annoyed. That call was from the Ari-
tish workrooms. They-eitpected me
down there this evening, to straight-
en out their files. A Mrs, Graham
phoned and she insisted I am pledged
to work two evenings a. week."
"So?" •
"The simpe truth is that I've refus-
ed from the first. Mrs. Fitts asked
me, then someone, named Myrtle Ryd-
er wrote me and tonight thin director -
in -charge calls. No one understands.
Andy says it isn't necessary that they
do. Do you think it is necessary, Mrs.
Daffodil?" n
-Sarah put er raughened hand over
the smooth Litt a palm upturned on
the girl's lap. "Do I .think explana-
tions necessary? Not unless you need
to convince yourselves."
"You have always understood, hav-
en't you?;" The q\tiet, clear voice did
not quicken or faker, yet heartache
and unshed tears lay for a moment
unconcealed behind "the.,,,,tranquil
brown eyes. "There are so many like
us," Candace said. "We are young
now,„ but no, one is young very long,"
That's it, thought Sarah. I've won-
dered what it is so, different about
them and- now I know. It's their ter,
rible awareness -no ,other generation
butatook youth for granted. We as-
sumed it lasted forever. They don't.
A fragment of verse published• in the
world war she remembered, still
haunted her, returned to her mind
now: '!'T'hey give their : youth.. God
bless them, as lightly as a rose." But
this generation 'of children, Sarah re-
flected heavily, has learned some-
how what no youngster should ,know
-how briefly we are young. Aloud
she murmured, "You're just begin -
tang to live, my dear." •
"We looked' at it from all angles,"
Candace Thane said. "'And we decid-
ed that ng matter what might happen
we'd have a few weeks or months or
perhaps a year of normal, happy mar-
riage. If we :waited until after the
Wax-"
"We're not at war."
The girl said with a grove certainty
that chilled the ;elder woman, "We
shall he. But we flkured that if we
waited, nothing ,,could ever be the
sanie. Andy might come home disab-
led; or he might not come 'home at
all. We'd be older and there'd be all
the memories of our loneliness and
unhappy separation: Now already we
have had eemrething that nothing can
take away; we've been 'happy while
we're:young." • -
"Ahdy and t don't go about senti-
mentally sighing that life le beautiful
it
--but we •dent take i}, for granted,.
either. Every day' we - have together
is wonderful. Just ping to business
and coming home at. night to each
other, means everything. There will
-bre plenty of time fQr one to do war
work. . Until Andy goes;. we Klan to
keep our ft"ee time for .each. other."
She had not intended to . stay ""so
long, Ca;hdace apologized, or to say so
much. Andy would have finished his
homework and they had planned' to
take in the second run at the movies.
"I hope you won't .thinit we're a cou-
ple of softies who like to feel sorry
for ourselves."
Miss Velda was young and blonde
and soothing. She said that every-
one was nervous these days and that
Mrs. Fitts ought to take a little run
dawn to Atlantic City. As she talk-
ed she shook out snowy towels, drap-
ed them about the gaunt, tense, wo-
man in the leather -padded chair.
"Why don't you take a short vacation
over Easter?" "the 'gird urged, deftly
backing the chair and its occupant up
to the basin. "First thing you know,
you'll be having a breakdown."
She couldn't go away for Easter,.
Toni murmured, closing her eyes as
the warm water 'began to cascade ov-
er her hair. Perhaps she had, under-
taken too much, but she had promis-
ed to have four British seamen for
dinner that Sunday. "The committee
asked us to open our homes and make
the men feel as if we were their own
families. I'm asking my niece and
three of :her friends so the sailors will
have some companionship. It meant
a lot•• of.. --work, Toni added, because
the- newspapers had taken a greatain-
terest in the plan and they were
sending up photographers to take pic-
tures of the dinner table and ' the
guests.
"My, will you be in the picture too?"
Miss Velda's firm long fingers vigor-
ously massaged her client's- scalp.
Toni didn't know, but she thought
it likely. "Of course I'm not keen
about it and I really loathe publicity.
Still, it's for the organization, not for
me., We hope that this is only the
start -that women throughout Garset
will be willing to follow our example.
They say that these men are are pa-
thetically grateful to their hostesses
and hosts. It means a lot to a man•
far away from home to be a guest in
a private home. Don't let the water
run in my ear."
Her cousin's husband was with the
Canadian forces, Miss Velda said.
"He doesn't care much for the food,
but then I've heard that the U. S. has
better cooks."
(Continued Next Week)
Travelling by Train
Is a Nightmare
In Old Land
(By Margaret Butcher)
There was a time when the whole
place hummed with staff and guests,
whenthere were no weeds in the
drive and the lawpns were smooth and
green. All thatahas changed, but
there are no ,moans- -My, hostbss
takes her turn with everybody else;
yesterday it was the plate and cut-
lery, today it is -washing and ironing'
for the family. And with it all' she
manages to look dainty, pretty and
charming -which is much, much more
than I could ever contrive, I am
afraid. When I settle down to chores
I look the part.
All the best linen and plate, of
course, have been laid away "for the
duration;" the laundry -van calls once
a fortnight. So we do most of our..
laundry, a bit at a time, and the line
in the courtyard usually has a fine
d,tlay of , handiwork- The days,
wlwith one thing and another,
si ply fly; one is forever finding that•
it is blackout time -a sure sign that
winter is on its'.way again. The years,
for us, are divided 'now into two sec-
tions: the short bit whet' one can
really see, and the long stretch when
we. live in a sort of perpetual semi-
glooin. Already I'"'ihave, begun my
winter-losings. Things disappear -
•spectacles, hair nets, slippers, pens --
and the trouble about losing one's
spectacles, is that one can't look for
them unless they are there! -.
But We are much more cheerttil
with is new turn of the news. There
is -still anatiety, 'of course, as there
must always be when folk one cares
about are in danger; but the sense
of perpetual strain li'as lifted. I•t is.
rather as if we'd 'heard that a very
sick friend is off the danger list -
at last. I don't know how else to
describe it. For all that, life isn't
precisely a picnic. ;=
It gets more and more difficult to
buy the things one needs. Small peo-
ple and 'outsize' people • are particu-
larly unfortunate in this respect,
where clothes are concerned. Frocks
are to be had of course but the grow-
ing prices are` a trifla frightening to
a careful loud. If you are small It
Means hours of tedious alterations, at
home, since the shops being short-
handed; often take weeks o a fob;
and if . you are an 'outsize' Au. are
lucky to get anything at ell. The
catch, L hear, is that the mantbfae-
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I et:, nel=wor,lt o. 1larrt's land I i deo
lerldtier `) ibi t I 'fXslg't 111,44e044.X•.'dlDri''
ellp$Ase a#ybody:.elee Rotes mLr .;3lrort-
+eoRp f s, ' 4 friend of mine lras ,au$t
.been tr:ernen.does17 l4rilled 'by, the gift,
of :our pail's Fran Iceland, ft:linnrude
very improbable, I' 'MOW. Vho would,
have thought that we 'shouldlive to,
crow over Q+teel Ings from Iceland, of
all places?
Gettin g, 'jPare Parts
Our real woes begin when we• are
in need ,of spare parts. ' My recite
went death for weeks and nothing
could, be done. One depends so much.
on radio now, and 1 was in despair:"
Frantic telephoning to the shops al-
ways brought the same reply: "Sor-
ry, but we can't take on any- repairs
-not even if you could get the radio`
to us." Engineers are at 'a premium,
one man often doing the work of six.
But I was lucky enough to run°into a
'real radio expert who was out this
way on holiday, and the 'angel came
and gave the thing an.overheul. From
somewhere he produced a new valve
and now all is well.
Then the typewriter gave out a
really serious matter. , Nobody would
take that on either; 'but the butcher's
man (for a consideration of cigar-
ettes) took it into the town to a clever
friend • of. mine, who •repaired it and
my •Pal the doctor brought it back
'when he came out this way to 'visit
a patient. Thus do we help each oth-
er over the rough ground. There real-
ly is a, lot of kindness going around
you knew. I don't know' where we
should ibe• without it. -
A Story of the Blitz.
Last night l: went out to visit
friends near here, and my host, who
dida lot of police and rescue work
during the London Blitz, -told me an-
other good story. Nowadays, when a
Blitz story is told, it is with an air
of half -apology: a kind of "stop -me -
if -'you've -heard -this -one?' manner as be-
fits such ancient history. But it is
true and I think, worth repeating. It
concerns old ady X,, who Is over sev-
enty..„She wa alone in her house in
London durin that frightful period,
and one night, -hetll things' were fair-
ly buzzing the police got a telephone
call from her. °
"I'd be glad if you'd come round,"
said her ladyship's quiet voice. "I've
got something most unpleasant ,here
in bed with me."
The rescue squad, anxious and ra-
ther intrigued, rushed around, broke
into the place and went upstairs.
There was the old dear, rolled up in
bed_like a cocoon, wibh a great A. A.
shell nestling beside her. It had
come through the roof and ceiling,
dropped on the bed and whizzed a-
round till the occupant was tied up
with it and totally unable to do any-
thing more than stretch out a hand
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grey terse The xFlt
alis And Very lottii bot't?n
a: sign of t+lrema It really
unc elnY, "Now," I saki to ,Aoyse
know • What Ila ll,,,,
drama of those blind ung, xuYlp tbxe
things always 'gets me,;.
Travelling g Nightmare.
Tommerow I have to.'make a PAT'',,
ney across Pngland to • the West
Gauntry. 1am not looking forward tQ
it, though I have whittled my luggage.
down to the last -•stitch. Travelling
is likely to be a nightmare, and some-
times people have -to stand for hours
and hours. I am going to carry a
(tiny sketching -stool; then, if the
worst 'happens, 1 can have some sort
of rest in the corridor. We carry
sandwiches and something. to drink,
shut our eyes and hope for, the best.
The marvel is that the railways man-
age so well.' You have only to im-
agine the holiday season, with thou-
ti
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dna�ly ,�,atYi,
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ani, r {��,R.,�.�alt(�
i3eids ad tall1rs "ih? �r i.
,oaks auuterllrt '; alle.4;', e eA1 iY.' s.
And, a1?ealtil g otItyo wz i t
War, has m�dr :;a 0-10:414.'4ltjy,R!,,�f�iii
mals.. One ihas alwa:Vs tlrovgut ql
cats as nervgu$ and •periltc,
tures,, but they aren't , the that pow
SwoQping planes and .;gn4flt le�vt '
them cpld; and as tor'r$R,e31+* appetilf
T ---well, •thi3Y% eat 41741114g. tl,at,,,a
contaminated, and milk it: I ha.
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seen our 'little, lot do nty of Wa;
Ing and o'hop licking afrter, e. OM•
dull scrapb moistened with warm wa,
It.
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sands of folk moving about on our These are useful creatures too, �Iiv
little island, to picture what a tasking in the outhouses and • earning,,;
it is for them. 'How they get us a- their keep. This bid house 'cued to:
long at all., having given priority to be overrun with rate; the` et agpjrm•�.
the troops, is something to wonder illation "bill came to 'overeiglity dal
lars a Year -and iirecious little ex-
termination
stermination at that But the ,Cats
have purged the place qr? them, What
is more, the old mother -most re.
spectably known an ".Mrs. Cat" -has
just followed the prevailing fashion
and produced a batch of seven in the
pottingshed. Seven, if you please! •
The gardener has purloined five and
caused- them to vanish mysteriously,
so now the maternal duties are re-
duced' to more reasonable propor
tions, for which she must be prig ate-
ly grateful, I'm' sure. _. Yes, I th1Llc
that war conditions have improved
the psychology and status of animals,
having cut out that idiotic 'spoiling'
which used to irritate people with
Common sense. .You no longer hear
of puppies being brought up exclus-
ively on chicken -and cream? Only
the hens refuse to conform, their
motto being 'No nice meals,,,no nice
eggs'; but I have always thought that
there is something very unyielding
and Victorian about a hen. It is a -
fortnight since I had an egg from the,
local shop. When: you ask for ,one
the storekeeper looks at you as if yon
had put is an -order for peacock's
tongues.
Nevertheless, we're not doing so
badly. Like the animals, I guess we're -
non,e the worse for cutting out the
spoiling.
at. When the trains get into the sta-
tion they already look packed, but
more folk squeezes in somewhere. As
one woman said to me last week. "I
opened the door and shoved the two
ohildren in somehow. Probably some-
body got pushed out. at the opposite
side, but I shouldn't know about
that!"
Another told, me that, on her .'way
back from Cornwall, she lost a grip
with her husband's, shoes., pyjamas
and a chicken in it. Now she is won-
dering what that grip will be like
when (or if) it turns up again. Of
course, the 'Holidays At Home' move-
ment is doing a lot to keep people
interested and amused ain their own
localities, put it's very human, after
all, to want a complete change of
scene. If you've strap -hung . on the
same bus or street .car route for
twelve-mapth• you don't want to hang
on the 'same strap during your vaca-
tion, I suppose. And you don't neces-
sarily want to see the same faces op-
posite you. I can understand the
passion for moving about where it ax -
pts; but can't understand the craze
for taking luggage. One's only chance
of feeling fairly safe on• the luggage
question is to have it in one's hand
-or in a pack.
Securing Ration Cards
Then, -before going a'ay, there is
the business of getting in touch with
the local Food Office'•;and securing an
emergency ration card. No, going a-
way isn't the airy business it once
"Do you hyphenate head -ache?"
"Not unless it's a splitting heady
acl e."
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