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Peter Who Served. When Dorothy Dean decided to “Be careful, P«ar, auntle good cook.” hy i am the most ont S3Tient b B nd the Summer in camp she hopéd | t: ' $to escape every man’ of a marriage: e age. ~“Rich man. poor man, beg- man and thief—I know them all r. -any. disguise,” -she told her nt. ‘“Women marry for money and nd it gradually; men of that type nd it in a'bulk. I heard one of ‘would-be husbands tell a friend “dhow he expected to invest mine when he slipped the ring on my finger.” Bo to camp.they went; and Dorothy in an old sport dress worked or played t0 her hyart's content. They took no maid, for they wished to be alone. One day. she came in and complained hat a tent had been put up mnear their boat landing. “It is just on the her side of our line, so I cannot er the man to remove it.” he. a somebody?’ her aunt iasked. “He looks like the average Amer- can, He was using one of our boats d I pointed out his mistake. He. oldly told me that the natives were; lhn‘ to lend things to their neigh: ors.” i Dorothy was caoking their nlmple jupper when his face appeared -at window. She was irritated. 'What can I lend )ou" " she asked. ‘A dishcloth, nlem ‘Any old-cloth will do for me | “Would you—could—you—se " his chicken while I go for one? . He took her place beside the stove. 'Have you any tea towels?” she ed from the doorway. “T am not giving tea at present. T mean towels to dry dishes,” Doy- ly explained, T just let them dry in’the air. I ive a very few." “You' can bofrow some from the iyes. 111 contribute also. Don't it the chicken. burn while I.am “Ill finish it while you get the er - things ready, he insisted. #1It's brown and julcy.” | Do wapt to borrow & s " she teased. “Bread, jelly, ik and. & pudding. Tl put the | Khicken on a platter while you tak # t bucket.to.the spring for wates upper, 1} the kettle when you come bac! Mrs. Dean appeared at the "table Dorothy * introduced her guest. £ ‘This is.our nearest neighbor, aunt. - He came to borrew things, remained Jook the chicken, and I asked him wstay to supper. It's a custom in th? place.” i? ¥ :‘dhl( is ‘the' custom?” her aunt ]‘!|v]llng Jonely bachelors to din- ,”" the young man told her. “I ed mine, however, and am will- to do any little jobs to bbli‘e you fask me again. 3. "You “spenk’ with ‘authority,” the girl teased. : “I was born in Boston, l:llobfl.ud for 'lt; tea p-n.inl.“ 7 you wi make M Born in s.,.'ifif. ‘will not do. you any good uniess you' are Back Bay," Dorothy answered. “I came of poor, honest unnu." die “You did mot. You\' ‘old sport suit #pells Newport. “What do you know about Nw- port?” “My ‘unt is head urvnnt over ln. Van Booskirk’s establishment." There was a curious light in his eyes as they met hers. Was he laughing at her—he did think her a snob? “Wealth has little influence on me,"” he answered. “If I loved a w n her mlor;lgy wouldh not lllntlhk:anv en ¥ rry her al same, lv),orvth\'": eyes were dancing as she, put-a question. « “If she were: poor would you do the cook! g “T' d fry chicken for her every njgl Mrs. Dean left the room when the meal was finished and Peter offered to wash dishes and clear the table. Dorothy, on mischief bent, ordered Mm like a servant. “Do not put the_ soiled dishes Into the dishpan until you have scraped off all the broken bits of food into that little basin. whole cake of soap into the water. You dre not doing the family wash. Peter,” she stolded. “Don't you know that the -glasses are cleaned separately—first of all? “’hy Peter, Dorothy continued to order him as the days passed and he spent much time in their camp. Her aunt did not “He isn’t your servant, Dorothy. “He' surely can cook and I'm tired of it,” answered the spoiled fayorite, o d le(g the order for supper: Baked beans and brown bread.” “Peter is a well-tralned servant,” her aunt teased. “We might offér to take him to town with us.” The carefree days came to an end all too soon; they were preparing- to close the camp.. Mrs. Dean had CARL W. DAUBER 2320 18th St. N.W. "5 DE LUXE ALL-EXPENSEA "TOUR °$.S. “Southland” . Fnday 3 P.M. to Monday 6:30 AM., ChlyB2 500 lllfel by Wdcr 3 Nights on Steamer . b Potomac River, Chesapeake Bay Hampton Roads, York River Old Point Comfort ‘ : Norfolk ia Beach “Yorktown Surflatlilnt.ffibnhmd: at Va. Btacll % Purty Limited to 250 Minimum R-te Including Tr-mpomtwl, Suhroon and Meals $20.50 For Reservations Phone Main 3760, Branch 12 Norfolk & Washington Steamboat Co. The Avenjg‘g Depositor . 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