The Waterbury Democrat., 1934-08-18

girl expression which was leveled at the ivory and silver telephone. Thre was something vindictive, something horribly mature about her face at that moment.
 'I'll show her," she said to thin air.
 Boots, at home, was singing over the salad bowl. She had had dozens of fine impulses to-day. had made great many good reso- lutions. Last night, lying uneasily awake with her worry. she had said that if she got out of this di- lemma safely she'd turn over a new leaf, be more amiable at home She was carrying out this particu- lar resolution now. Mrs Raeburn was lying down in shaded and darkened room, nursing one of her bad headaches. Boots was prepar- ing dinner. It was fun to be busy, to zig-Zag between kitchen and dining room, laying the table cor rectly, slicing cold meat, heating rolls, pouring iced tea into the tall amber glasses. Johnny had called to ask if she wanted to see the new Marlene Dietrich picture and she had said yes. Everything was pleased life was very pleas ant If you didn't ask too much of it.
 worn and old. The bowls and | dishes she handled were clipped. l The tea towels were worn thin but tonight none of these details irked her as they usually did. She was above such petty matters. It was enough that the lettuce lay crisp in a wire basket, that the table, with its islands of white mats on its dark, scared surface, looked att tractive. Boots trilled an air gayly She could almost forgive Sylvia to- night for being horrid.
 Maybe l haven't tried to be de- cent to her." she thought contriely. Maybe it's partly my fault ."
 The next time they met she would make an honest effort to be friendly.
 Isabel met Jane Fernell in Berg's drug store next morning. Jane. who belonged to the slightly younger group, was freckled and wholesome, her sandy hair worn perfectly straight, her generous mouth innocent of cosmetics. Jane admired Isabel immensely and it was not often she had very much to talk to her about so she plunged awkwardly into conversation about the Juniors.
 Sylvia Rivers is coming to see Mother this morning." she said garrulously. Something very inn portant."
 Sylvia is' Isabel widened her eyes.
 "Yes. think there must be something up," Jane elaborated. girls attention. "She said some thing about calling a special meet ing. Something about a disgrace full incident (you could hear Mrs Fernells voice here) at the club the other night"
 "Oh, I think there must be mistake" Isabel said smoothly. "We were all there :. nothing happened :" Her heart beat a little faster.
 1T can tell your mother any thing she wants to know about the club darce," she went on. blinking and smiling. ''No-no Junior did anything she shouldn't have, I'm sure of that.
 "Well than, that's all right, isn't it?" said Jane, comfortably dispos- ing of the subject, little bored by this time.
 The two girls parted and Isabel walked swiftly on toward home, conscious of a tug of worry at her heart. Sylvia was ruthless, unfor- giving, but it didn't seem possible she would do anything to harm Boots with the Juniors. Why, be- longing to that exclusive little group. affiliated with the Womans Club. was terribly important. It would simply kill' Boots, Isabel