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                              *MAKING OVER
                                MARTHA*


                                   BY

                          *JULIE M. LIPPMANN*

                               AUTHOR OF
                           MARTHA BY-THE-DAY,
                            MARTHA AND CUPID



                                NEW YORK
                            GROSSET & DUNLAP
                               PUBLISHERS




                            COPYRIGHT, 1913,
                                   BY
                         HENRY HOLT AND COMPANY

                        Published October, 1913
               Reprinted November (twice), December, 1913
                       May, August, October, 1914
                             October, 1915




                          *MAKING OVER MARTHA*



                              *CHAPTER I*


Martha Slawson sat at her sewing-machine, stitching away for dear life.
About her, billowed yards upon yards of white cotton cloth, which, in
its uncut length, shifted, as she worked, almost imperceptibly piling up
a snowy drift in front of her, drawn from the snowy drift behind.  This
gradual ebb and flow was all that marked any progress in her labor, and
her husband, coming in after some hours of absence and finding her,
apparently, precisely where he had left her, was moved to ask what
manner of garment she was making.

"'Tain't a garment at all, Sam.  It's a motta."

"A motto?" Sam fairly gasped.

Martha put on more speed, then took her feet from the treadle, her hands
from the cloth-plate.

"I guess you forgot what's goin' to happen, ain't you?" she returned,
sitting back in her chair, looking up at him amiably.

Sam squared his great shoulders.  "Going to happen?  Oh, you mean--you
mean--Mr. and Mrs. Ronald coming home?"

"Sure I do!"

"Well, but I don't see----"

"I didn't suppose you would see.  Men ain't much on _seein'_ where
sentiment's concerned.  They go it blind, an' that's a fack.  I s'pose a
_man_ would let a gen'lman an' lady come back from their weddin'-tour
(which they been gone'most a year on it), and never think o' givin' 'em
a welcome home, any more than to find their house an' grounds kep' up,
an' their bills kep' down, an' everything in tip-top order.  But, with a
woman it's different.  _I'm_ goin' to give Miss Claire an' Lord Ronald a
reception that _is_ a reception.  Somethin' they won't forget in a
hurry.  I'm goin' to have lantrens in the trees, an' a arch of laurel
over the gateposts, an' then, as they come on in, they'll see my motta
strung acrost the driveway--

                           HAIL TO THE CHIEF!

in big yella letters, hemmed down on this white. An' the childern, all
four of 'em, is to sing it, besides. Don't you remember, they learned it
at school down home--I should say, in New York, that time the president
come back, an' all the public-school childern sung'm a welcome?"

Sam bit his lip.  "Yes, but that was a little different.  Somehow, I
think HAIL TO THE BRIDE might be better, don't you?"

"No!" said Martha, with decision.  "First place, she ain't exackly a
bride by this time.  When a lady's been married almost a year, an'
traveled 'round the world in the meanwhile, I wouldn't call her a bride.
An', besides, it wouldn't be polite to single her out, an' sorta leave
_him_ in the cold.  Everybody knows bridegrooms don't cut much of a
figga, but you needn't rub it in.  No, I thought it over careful, an'
HAIL TO THE CHIEF is what I decided on. HAIL TO THE CHIEF lets us out on
responsibility. It's up to them to prove which it hits, see?"

Whether Sam did or didn't, he made no further comment.  He went and sat
himself down in his own particular chair, took up from the center-table
the latest number of _The New England Farmer_, and commenced studying it
assiduously.

A second later, the machine was in motion again, running with great
velocity, impelled by Martha's tireless foot.

Mrs. Slawson did not look up, when the eldest of her four children, just
home from school, came in, and made straight for her side.

"Mother-r-r!"

No answer.

"Say, mother-r-r!"

"For goodness' sake, Cora, let go that R.  The way you hang on to it,
you'd think you was drownin', an' _it_ was a lifeline.  Besides, d'you
know what I decided to do?  I decided to strike.  For the rest o' this
week, I ain't answerin' to the name o' 'Mother-r-r.'  See?  There ain't
a minute in the day, when some one o' you childern ain't shoutin'
it--you, or Francie, or Sammy, or Sabina--an' it's _got on my nerves_,
as Mrs. Sherman says.  You can call me 'Martha' or 'Little Sunshine' or
anythin' else you got a mind to, but 'Mother-r-r,' not on your life."

"Say, moth----!"

"Look out, now!"

"What you sewin' on?"

"The machine."

"Pooh, you know I don't mean that.  What you making?  Anything for me?"

"No, ma'am."

"Well, what _are_ you, then?"

"I'm a perfeck lady, an' I'm makin' a motta that proves it."

"Mother-r-r, I think you're real mean.  All the girls at school have
fancier clo'es 'n I got, an' I think you just might make me some new
ones, so there!"

"Sure I might!" admitted Mrs. Slawson blandly.

Cora's lip went out.  "Then, why don't you? You got as much time as any
other girl's mother. Ann Upton's mother makes all Ann's dresses 'n'
things, an' she's got twice's many as I got.  She had a new dress, when
school took in, in September, an' she got another new one, 'round about
New Year's, and now she's got another new one for summer."

Martha stroked down a seam with deliberation. "That's nice for Ann,
ain't it, havin' so many?  She can _spell_'m, as they say here.  When
she gets tired o' wearin' one dress, she can change to another, an' look
like one o' them fashion-plates from mornin' till night, an' feel
like----"

"I been wearing the same old thing ever since I was born," continued
Cora, disregarding her mother's irrelevant remark, continuing her
lamentation as if it had not been interrupted.

"Which shows it was good mater'al to begin with," retorted Martha.  "Ann
Upton's mother prob'ly buys cheap goods with no wear in 'em."

"She don't either.  It's just she wants to have Ann stylish.  _You_
