Tish

Tish, The Chronicle of Her
Escapades and
by Mary
Roberts Rinehart

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Author: Mary Roberts Rinehart
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[Illustration: "The outside edge, by George!" said Charlie Sands. "The
old sport!"]

TISH
The Chronicle of Her Escapades and Excursions
By MARY ROBERTS RINEHART
With Illustrations by May Wilson Preston

1916

CONTENTS
MIND OVER MOTOR
LIKE A WOLF ON THE FOLD
THE SIMPLE LIFERS
TISH'S SPY
MY COUNTRY TISH OF THEE--

ILLUSTRATIONS
"The outside edge, by George!" said Charlie Sands. "The old sport!"
Without cutting down her speed, bumped home the winner
The real meaning of what was occurring did not penetrate to any of us
It ended with Tish stalking off into the woods with the rabbit in one

hand and the knife in the other
As fast as she wet a bit of lawn, we followed with the pails
"Get the canoe and follow. I'm heading for Island Eleven"
"It's well enough for you, Tish Carberry, to talk about gripping a horse
with your knees"
"The older I get, Aggie Pilkington, the more I realize that to take you
anywhere means ruin"
"It would be just like the woman to refuse to come any farther and spoil
everything"

MIND OVER MOTOR
HOW TISH BROKE THE LAW AND SOME RECORDS
I
So many unkind things have been said of the affair at Morris Valley
that I think it best to publish a straightforward account of everything.
The ill nature of the cartoon, for instance, which showed Tish in a pair
of khaki trousers on her back under a racing-car was quite uncalled for.
Tish did not wear the khaki trousers; she merely took them along in
case of emergency. Nor was it true that Tish took Aggie along as a
mechanician and brutally pushed her off the car because she was not
pumping enough oil. The fact was that Aggie sneezed on a curve and
fell out of the car, and would no doubt have been killed had she not
been thrown into a pile of sand.
It was in early September that Eliza Bailey, my cousin, decided to go to
London, ostensibly for a rest, but really to get some cretonne at
Liberty's. Eliza wrote me at Lake Penzance asking me to go to Morris
Valley and look after Bettina.

I must confess that I was eager to do it. We three were very
comfortable at Mat Cottage, "Mat" being the name Charlie Sands,
Tish's nephew, had given it, being the initials of "Middle-Aged Trio."
Not that I regard the late forties as middle-aged. But Tish, of course, is
fifty. Charlie Sands, who is on a newspaper, calls us either the
"M.A.T." or the "B.A.'s," for "Beloved Aunts," although Aggie and I
are not related to him.
Bettina's mother's note:--
Not that she will allow you to do it, or because she isn't entirely able to
take care of herself; but because the people here are a talky lot. Bettina
will probably look after you. She has come from college with a feeling
that I am old and decrepit and must be cared for. She maddens me with
pillows and cups of tea and woolen shawls. She thinks Morris Valley
selfish and idle, and is disappointed in the church, preferring her
Presbyterianism pure. She is desirous now of learning how to cook. If
you decide to come I'll be grateful if you can keep her out of the
kitchen.
Devotedly, ELIZA.
P.S. If you can keep Bettina from getting married while I'm away I'll be
very glad. She believes a woman should marry and rear a large family!
E.
We were sitting on the porch of the cottage at Lake Penzance when I
received the letter, and I read it aloud. "Humph!" said Tish, putting
down the stocking she was knitting and looking over her spectacles at
me--"Likes her Presbyterianism pure and believes in a large family!
How old is she? Forty?"
"Eighteen or twenty," I replied, looking at the letter. "I'm not anxious to
go. She'll probably find me frivolous."
Tish put on her spectacles and took the letter. "I think it's your duty,
Lizzie," she said when she'd read it through. "But that young woman

needs handling. We'd better all go. We can