.jg.iwir n — I ■ ■■■■! .■■■■11HB HAPPY HOUSE 1 By Jane D. Abbott COPYRIGHT. 1930. BY J. B. LIPPINCOTT COMPANY ~ —~.. ... —m Then into Nancy’s happy med itations flashed the disturbing thought that nothing about the garden or the house belonged in any way to her! ‘ It’s just like me to forget,” she declared aloud, shouldering her hoe and turning toward the carriage barn. “And like me to get fond of it all.!” ‘ Anyway, Nonie‘11 have her party, ami oven if there isn’t a harp and a velvet train there II he lots to eat or B’limly’s name isn’t B'lindy. 1 wonder,” and Nancy addressed the distant out line of the Judson’s barns, “how I» .ter Nyde’ll ever net at a tea party!’’ ' CHAPTER XVIII. i The Party. Very early, on the morning of the day of the party, Nancy and Aunt Milly and B’lindy and Jonathan and Nonie and Davy and Peter Hyde, eaeli, scanned a sunny, cloudiless sky with relief and iov. “Well, it isn't going to rain, anyway,” each thought. Even Miss Sabrina, lifting her shade slowly, felt her pulse beat more quickly as a sunbeam danced into her face. This day was a new day for Happy House; she could not count the years since a “party” had been given in her home; her old hands trembled now as she dressed hur riedly. “What if something goes wrong!” she thought. Had they forgotten anything? A little later Nancy, standing with her arms full of girlish finery of 30 years ago, voiced the same fear to Aunt Milly. “What is something should go wrong!” Hut there had been a giggle in her voice as she had said it. This was the most de lightfully funny party she had ever known, and it was going to be tin* very jolliest, too. Direct|y after breakfast Nonie had run home with the made-over - white dress. She thought it much lovelier than velvet and in her joy over a pair of Nancy's slip pers the child forgot her cher ished dream of a train. What Miss Milly should wear to the party was a matter that demanded much thought. “You see, 1 want you to look happy,” Nancy explained to Aunt Milly. She had dragged down from the attic a little trunk in which, after the accident,’ many of Aunt Mil ly 's girlish possessions had been packed. It was great fun taking them out and selecting from them what Aunt Milly should wear. There were not many things — compared to Nancy’s own ward robe it. was pitifully small and spoke eloquently of the limited pleasures of Aunt Milly’s girl hood. “This will be lovely,” Nancy held out a flowered silk. “And you can wear these darling beads. And this,” picking out a shell comb, “in your hair. And 1 will send -Jonathan over to Judson’s for a bunch of their lovely roses. 1 know they liave some!” “Hut isn’t this—queer—and out. of date? I’m old now, Nancy!” < f V.v.. .1__ f_A_a 1 T ' 11 I * i iiuui i