We have the loveliest times at Mrs. Feeley’s!’
Kate Logan hadn’t the slightest intention of not going with them, for she was genuinely fond of the gay trio. But she was waiting for Danny to speak up.
‘Gosh, Auntie! You don’t suppose Miss Logan can be dated up at the last minute like this, do you? She probably has another engagement.’ His voice sounded as though he were hoping against hope.
‘As a matter of fact, I haven’t anything to do this evening. I think a little festivity would be just the thing for a “woiking goil”! I’ll be glad to go!’
The ladies beamed, and Mrs. Feeley’s heart rose out of the pit of her stomach where it had dropped when Danny mentioned the possibility of a previous engagement. He wanted to know where he could telephone for a taxi.
‘We can all ride in my car,’ Miss Logan said, and they walked over to the sedan parked at the curb.
‘Nice boiler you’ve got,’ Danny remarked as he opened the back door for the ladies. Miss Tinkham had been about to climb in the front seat with Kate Logan, but Mrs. Feeley grabbed her by one arm and Mrs. Rasmussen took hold of the other and rushed her into the back seat between them. Mrs. Feeley leaned over and whispered to Mrs. Rasmussen how nice they looked in the front seat…him a whole head taller than her!
Before they knew it they had reached Noah’s Ark. Miss Logan was exclaiming about the wall, the garden, and the house.
‘What an original house! It’s like something out of a fairy tale! I love it!’ she said.
She had to be shown all the improvements and admired the inventiveness and resourcefulness of the ladies.
‘Now you an’ Danny set an’ visit while we fixes a bite to eat! How about a little soft music, Miss Tinkham?’ Mrs. Feeley knew a thing or two about setting a romantic scene.
Miss Tinkham obliged with some Strauss waltzes. She couldn’t hear what the young people were saying, so she guessed they were too polite to talk while she was playing. She turned round and said:
‘You go right ahead and talk! I’m not giving a concert or anything! I’m just playing a sort of incidental music’
Kate watched the scene with twinkling eyes.
‘Aren’t they gorgeous?’ she asked Danny.
‘They are, you know!’ he said. ‘I’ve tried for years to do something for my aunt…a single man in the navy has more money than he knows what to do with. But she won’t hear of it. She’s the only relative I have in the world, but she won’t take a thing from me; a few cases of beer is all she’ll let me buy her!’
Kate said she could understand how he felt, but at the same time she could understand the magnificent freedom and independence that Mrs. Feeley enjoyed.
‘She’s the giving kind, not the taking kind. All three of them are a bright spot in my life. Up at school, the teachers accuse me of hand-picking my classes; they say I take all the nice ones. Most of the classes show a high percentage of zombies in this City of the Unburied Dead!’
Danny threw back his head and howled in glee. Mrs. Feeley and Mrs. Rasmussen exchanged knowing looks that said: It won’t be long now!
Mrs. Rasmussen loaded the table with food and Mrs. Feeley carried the tray of cold beer. When everyone had been served, Mrs. Feeley began a toast that started off, ‘Here’s to the night I met you!’ Suddenly deterred by the glare Danny gave her, she stopped right there, and all was well. Gee, this was going off fine! Danny must have it bad to get riled over a little old toast like that!
Miss Logan said the artichokes were the best she had ever tasted and Mrs. Rasmussen promised to show her how to do them. Mrs. Feeley was glad to see that Kate Logan was a Christian when it came to drinking beer. It would have been almost too much of a disappointment if she had turned out to be the kind that liked sweet stuff.
In order to make it up to Danny for the off-color toast she had begun, Mrs. Feeley went over to her dresser and took a
Kate Logan hadn’t the slightest intention of not going with them, for she was genuinely fond of the gay trio. But she was waiting for Danny to speak up.
‘Gosh, Auntie! You don’t suppose Miss Logan can be dated up at the last minute like this, do you? She probably has another engagement.’ His voice sounded as though he were hoping against hope.
‘As a matter of fact, I haven’t anything to do this evening. I think a little festivity would be just the thing for a “woiking goil”! I’ll be glad to go!’
The ladies beamed, and Mrs. Feeley’s heart rose out of the pit of her stomach where it had dropped when Danny mentioned the possibility of a previous engagement. He wanted to know where he could telephone for a taxi.
‘We can all ride in my car,’ Miss Logan said, and they walked over to the sedan parked at the curb.
‘Nice boiler you’ve got,’ Danny remarked as he opened the back door for the ladies. Miss Tinkham had been about to climb in the front seat with Kate Logan, but Mrs. Feeley grabbed her by one arm and Mrs. Rasmussen took hold of the other and rushed her into the back seat between them. Mrs. Feeley leaned over and whispered to Mrs. Rasmussen how nice they looked in the front seat…him a whole head taller than her!
Before they knew it they had reached Noah’s Ark. Miss Logan was exclaiming about the wall, the garden, and the house.
‘What an original house! It’s like something out of a fairy tale! I love it!’ she said.
She had to be shown all the improvements and admired the inventiveness and resourcefulness of the ladies.
‘Now you an’ Danny set an’ visit while we fixes a bite to eat! How about a little soft music, Miss Tinkham?’ Mrs. Feeley knew a thing or two about setting a romantic scene.
Miss Tinkham obliged with some Strauss waltzes. She couldn’t hear what the young people were saying, so she guessed they were too polite to talk while she was playing. She turned round and said:
‘You go right ahead and talk! I’m not giving a concert or anything! I’m just playing a sort of incidental music’
Kate watched the scene with twinkling eyes.
‘Aren’t they gorgeous?’ she asked Danny.
‘They are, you know!’ he said. ‘I’ve tried for years to do something for my aunt…a single man in the navy has more money than he knows what to do with. But she won’t hear of it. She’s the only relative I have in the world, but she won’t take a thing from me; a few cases of beer is all she’ll let me buy her!’
Kate said she could understand how he felt, but at the same time she could understand the magnificent freedom and independence that Mrs. Feeley enjoyed.
‘She’s the giving kind, not the taking kind. All three of them are a bright spot in my life. Up at school, the teachers accuse me of hand-picking my classes; they say I take all the nice ones. Most of the classes show a high percentage of zombies in this City of the Unburied Dead!’
Danny threw back his head and howled in glee. Mrs. Feeley and Mrs. Rasmussen exchanged knowing looks that said: It won’t be long now!
Mrs. Rasmussen loaded the table with food and Mrs. Feeley carried the tray of cold beer. When everyone had been served, Mrs. Feeley began a toast that started off, ‘Here’s to the night I met you!’ Suddenly deterred by the glare Danny gave her, she stopped right there, and all was well. Gee, this was going off fine! Danny must have it bad to get riled over a little old toast like that!
Miss Logan said the artichokes were the best she had ever tasted and Mrs. Rasmussen promised to show her how to do them. Mrs. Feeley was glad to see that Kate Logan was a Christian when it came to drinking beer. It would have been almost too much of a disappointment if she had turned out to be the kind that liked sweet stuff.
In order to make it up to Danny for the off-color toast she had begun, Mrs. Feeley went over to her dresser and took a
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