A GIRL'S "GLORY BOX."

Press, Volume LXIV, Issue 13111, 9 May 1908, Page 7

A GIRL'S "GLORY BOX."

In » recent issue of the Melbourne Argus", a contributor -whose articles nave on eeveral occasions been quoted in this column describes the .contents of a girl's '.'glory box/ which-, she was mvited to inspect. Tho girl was employed m a shop and was about to bo married to a young man "in the wholesale. It is rather 'a bad omen for. the young man that his bride-to-be has decidedly ' impractical ideas about cookery. "I can cook some .things," she says' in reply to a question, "but I don't think I shall nave any difficulty in picking up all 1 want. You can always buy good cookery booke, and I do think' a lot of fuss is made about things to eat, don't you? Her frienc*'"discreetly leaves that question unanswered and turns the conversation in another direction, with the result that ehe'is invited to. come and see what preparations for marriage the fiirl has mado in the way of clothes The article, continues:— She, opened ths wardrobe, and pulled out a dresshasrvet which must have elbowed her £ re for room. "Hero's my 'glorybox, * she announced merrily. It was a very bulging ard its contents a bewildering array of frilly lacy whiteness. Wo went through them steadily" from top' to bottom. •I on .don't make your own things." I ventured at last. "Oh. J couldn't, H««id<«. they are ever co cheap. I've been bnving them for aces—one row, •'one agnin, whenever I saw anything worth-the money, And I know what .is worth the money! T trim m> hats and make blouses, and I can "do m> furniture: but I've never in my life made one of those," with a wave of her ha.nd towards the white heap. Then she turned to the wardrobe a<ra.in. and pulled out the drawer. "I've 'done myself proud' here, too," she said. "Jjust you look." And I looked and envied. Whatever be the meals ho eats, the young man from the La no will have a' wife who is herself a picture of neatness, and a house whose «rray of spotle<w naperv will be the pride of them both. Tray-cloths, ten-cloths, d'm-levs, sideboard-cloths, pillow-slips, table covers of every description lav neatly folded in the deep drawer. Fringed and embroidered, ■with lace insertions, and with drawnthread corners, they looked what they were. th« emibediment of a woman's passion for snotle-ss b*autv in her home. 'The eirls call them my fad." she lanehed, as I gave expression to my wonder nnd admiration; "but mother says I won't ' fcsw one too many. They were bmitrht just in the safe wav, <>i> A now and one acrain, and nv>stlv soiled: but .they'd have to be washed in any case." .She had lifted the .linen' out with oare, and now mado a place for mc to kneel beside the drawer. "The rest is m T musejjm." One end of •die drawer held a collection of odd-looking parcels;, all wrapped in soft, white tissue-paper. What a heterogeneous collection it wae!' Little sih-er boxes and trays,, clear glass bowls, dumpy odd little Japanese figures, two ink-bottfes, a paper-knife, c silver-topped puff-box, silver-backed brush and mirror, a little bras clock, quite a collection of va««, and photo-fra-mes, a church service in a neat case, a set of β-ftcrooon teaspoons, three or four cups and saucers —c rentable museum of treasures, not one of "which hut I could see in its .place m the new home. ' "How.long have you been engaged?" •X"iek«d.;'.;>.:,■.■*■">'■-iVr ••-.• .; -•..•.• ■ i was*--fche'.';-'answer;

MM n "-Well, I want the rest " she said- g work: hut we are always on wir tget. and talkinc and. W ««» jtist gets stiff with lorikins ,T»^»^ can-t do without tea," was dor. "I shall see you taking tno«e cocvUing lessons yet."