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SYNOPSIS THE CHARACTERS: 3ENJAMIN MERRIFIELD, aged capitalist, hires GAYLE DIXON to make love to his grandson. IEREMY TUCKER, a shy student of archeology, while PIT,I, BAILEY and six pretty girls are employed to help bring life and youth to the Merrifield man sion. . YESTERDAY: During a phone call Mr. Merrifield explains to Gayle’s mother what he is try ing to do for his grandson. CHAPTER SIX “First and most important point ,o remember is—our being here must be made entirely logical to Jeremy Tucker.” Bill said that for the fourth time. He was in a hud dle again with Gayle. “All right, Bill. But we’ve ad mitted that. We’ve talked for hours. It’s nearly dinner time. The girls will be coming back. And we are all bound to meet Jeremy again tonight. We must have a good story and stick to it. We ought to tell it to Mr. Merrifield in ad vance.” “Lordy!” said Bill, stumped for1 once. “You played football in college, j What else did you do?” “Dramatics. Besides studies, I mean.” Bill spoke as if his college career had, therefore, been • "wasted. He gazed glumly at noth ng. “Amateur dramatics? Little the ater work, Bill?” “Yep. Great fun, but—well, Gayle, I had a lot of ideals about oeing a stage director, or maybe a movie director some day. So far I haven’t found cr made even a crack where I could crawl into that profession.” "But you aren’t licked?” “No. Certainly not. Nobody ever licked a Bailey. Coach used to say i that I—” “I understand. You were a grand halfback, I’ve heard. Now listen to me—Mr. Merrifield ordered you to take charge of the six girls you and he hired. You are to be their boss. You have to think up some thing constructive for them to do. Naturally you must draw on your best talents and experiences, and since football seems to be beyond our consideration, I suggest dra . matics.” Gayle was talking ever so seri ously. “You mean—” “I mean, Bill, don’t girls some times act in plays? Or work around amateur productions? Wouldn’t it be entirely logical for a crowd of young people to—” “SA-A-AY!” Bill suddenly jabbed a finger at ler. An idea had struck him. Gayle's idea. “Gayle, you’re wonderful! Sure! We can pretend that Mr. Merri aeld, already given to philan throphy, is sponsoring a new Little Theater. I’ve been wracking my orains for a way ,to use this big mansion and its grounds. Those two huge rooms downstairs that open together will make a swell theater! Put a stage at that east end. Ballyhoo it all. We’ll have Jeremy surrounded by fun and ex citement before he knows it!” There was another 10 minutes of lurried talk — mostly exhultant monologue by Bill Bailey, who could be morose and worried one moment and in the figurative clouds the next. Gayle was happy for having solved his problem for him. Or at least having given him a start. Graham, the butler, had been told to expect the six young ladies back for dinner and, surprisingly enough, Mr. Weems came to Gayle at 5:10 p.m. with a written menu. “We have had no feminine ;uests here in so many years, Miss Dixon,” he apologized, “that I— that we are not at all sure you will approve of the selections. When we ventured to ask Mr. Merrifield, he said that you were now in com plete charge of the household, and—” “He did?” “Oh, of course, miss. The news has quite upset the staff. I mean, in a decidedly pleasant way. The cook—and Graham—you see, we have had no—ah, life, ahd gaiety, here in so long, and this morning you ventured to say. that happiness could—” “Oh, Mr. Weems, certainly! We must all be very, very happy. Please tell the servants to go right ahead, using their own discretion. I—I am to act as hostess then?” “Yes, my dear. Mr. Merrifield wishes it.” “Oh, gee!” The menu was complete. Wal ace, the Merrifield cook, knew his business. Even the gardener had been told and had responded, so that the dining table was already lovely with flowers when Gayle in spected it. She had but few sug gestions to make and she found two kitchen helpers, besides Wal lace and Graham and the garden er, anxious to carry them out at once. Graham begged a moment to introduce a new maid-servant, Celeste, whe had been thoughtfully added to the staff that afternoon. "If you approve of her,” Gra ham said, “she is to be your per sonal maid, miss.” Gayle took a deep breath, and nodded. She was afraid to speak for a long moment, lest she ex plode. She stayed in a sort of cloud like daze for the ensuing hour. The six girls came back, as or dered. Gayle asked Tempe to help her “think.” Together they planned seats at the table. There would be four men—Mr. Merri field, Jeremy, Mr. Weems and Bill. And seven girls, picked for loveliness and apparent intelli gence. Gayle backed the girls up into a quiet corner and almost growled at them. “For Pete’s sake, kids, be bright and cheerful tonight!” she com manded. “Understand? No solemn faces.” “But what are we to do? What is our work, and who—” “Sh-h-h-h! You’ll learn. Just be glad.” Graham had no chance to an nounce formally to everybody that dinner was served. He had to round up Mr. Merrifield from the third floor, Mr. Weems from the second, Bill Bailey from a far wing, and finally Jeremy from the deep recesses of the library. When ne reported to Gayle, that flustered miss decided this meal perhaps should progress informally. It was a happy decision. Mr. Merrifield came in beaming. He hadn’t eaten in the big dining room since a group of mining men dined there with him last winter, and the assembly of young people brought an invisible spark of something to it now. They and the flowers, and the somehow brighter lights in the great crystal chandelier, and the brilliantly dusted furniture, and the floor that shone, and the con tagious giggling of little Tempe Hyde. Even the quietest of the six girls, a Latin beauty named Lola Montesa, was visibly elated. The old millionaire paused at the big double door to look on for a moment, beaming. “Glory, what a sight!” he ex ilaimed, and meant it. “Every thing but music!” 1 . “Oh!” Gayle spoke quickly. “I :an play the piano. Jeremy hasn’t :cme down yet. Shall we sing one song before dinner?” The grand piano was in a con servatory off the dining room. Only ;ld-time tune Gayle could remem ier at the moment was one that (Continued on Page Nine) ■-— ----—■} THIS CURIOUS WORLD BF'™r I-■ OOPR 1940 BY NEA SERVICE. INC. T M. REC. U. S. PAT. 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