Category: Miss Lulu Bett

The office of Dwight Herbert Deacon, Dentist, Gold Work a Speciality (sic) in black lettering, and Justice of the Peace in gold, was above a store which had been occupied by one unlucky tenant after another, and had suffered long … Read the rest

Mrs. Bett had been having a “tantrim,” brought on by nothing definable. Abruptly as she and Ina were getting supper, Mrs. Bett had fallen silent, had in fact refused to reply when addressed. When all was ready and Dwight was … Read the rest

When, on a warm evening a fortnight later, Lulu descended the stairs dressed for her incredible trip to the city, she wore the white waist which she had often thought they would “use” for her if she died. And really, … Read the rest

On a June morning Dwight Herbert Deacon looked at the sky, and said with his manner of originating it: “How about a picnic this afternoon?”

Ina, with her blank, upward look, exclaimed: “To-day?”

“First class day, it looks like to … Read the rest

Lulu was dusting the parlour. The parlour was rarely used, but every morning it was dusted. By Lulu.

She dusted the black walnut centre table which was of Ina’s choosing, and looked like Ina, shining, complacent, abundantly curved. The leather … Read the rest

The Deacons were at supper. In the middle of the table was a small, appealing tulip plant, looking as anything would look whose sun was a gas jet. This gas jet was high above the table and flared, with a … Read the rest