Volume 1, No. 1

Pennington's Dance / Russell... 14

As he finished locking up the shop and checking it over to make sure all was well, Mr. Pennington picked up the flowers he had laid on the ground, adjusted his hat and coat and hitched his glasses up farther on his nose and began walking down Waldham Road. "It's fair to middlin', the weather, fair to middlin'." Pennington said to himself as he walked briskly to Nora's house half a block away.
"How do you do Mrs. Flemming. I'll say." Pennington thought to himself. "She will ask me in for tea of course, it would be the decent thing to do after all." He assured himself. "I'll get to sit in the parlour I'm sure, for isn't that where she would receive her company. She's such a proper woman that one. Always proper, never a word or deed out of place. A proper woman. Yes that's what I want a proper woman." Just as he was thinking what a proper choice he had made in selecting Nora for his second wife, Pennington arrived at her front step. As he