The Waterbury Democrat., 1934-08-23
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SYNOPSIS

BOOTS RAEBURN, IS and pretty, Is openly snubbcd by
 SYLVIA RIVERS, the richest
 girl in I.arcllneck, fashionable New York suburb Sylvia fails to ask Boots to party at the Yacht
 Club. Boots accepts u bclated in- vitation from MRS WATER
 MAN, one of the clderIy so".aI lights.
 HARDY WHITMORE, one of Slyvia's guests, wlIJ had been drinking, puts Boots in an cm-
 barrassing situation and she is escorted home by RUSS LUND, swimming instructor. The mali ciouS Sylvia seizcs this Oppor- tunity to hurt Boots and per- suadcs MRS FERNELL of the Woman's Club to ask Boots to resign from the Juniors.
 Hardy calls to apologize and Boots accepts his invitation for a date that evening. In n spirit of rccklcssncss she asks him to take her to "The Barn." question: able dance resort.
 Young MRS GEORGE, a neigh
 bor asks Boots to luncheon.
 CHAPTER XI
 Boots traced the pattern of the blue damask clotA with her finger. "So that's the way it happened" ," she said, looking straight into her companions eyes. And I'm elected. I'm the goat You see that" :" There was an imperceptible sob in her voice although her eyes, bright and dry belied it.
 My dear" The other woman smiled at her encouragingly. You re taking all of this too seriously. Believe me, it isn't important. Oh. I know" she went on swiftly at Boots gesture of dissent, II know it seems so to you. At the moment it swallows up-docsn't it?-eVery- thing else in the world. You cant be interested in floods or plaques or world shaking discoveries be- cause Mrs Alice Dcfunny Fernell, or whatever her name is, has de- cided you misbehaved and don't rate a ticket to the Christmas As sembly, or whatever the darn thing is.'
 Boots laughed historically. hot D SAtlNllN lNt ollS Sllu'
 "D'you like this boy-Hardy? Frances George wanted to know.
 Boots stared out of the window past the cool green of the chintz draperies, past the pen where Gwen George frolicked and the shaded pram where Perry George, Junior, slept,
 "He's--ho.S attractive" she said. "Last week I thought--well, 1 was crazy enough to think I really was in love with him. You know-Id seen him in a crowd and he was so good-looking and he never knew was alive. I'd made a sort of hero of him, I suppose
 Mrs George nodded, understand ingly.
 well, then I found out since that he's really pretty dumb. He has charming manners when he wants to use them but he's not ter ribly amusing. He says the same thing over and over again. I know most girls don't mind that-it's sort of having a line. but it gets on my nerves" Boots confessed in- genuously.
 "I thought he'd be like someone in play-that he would say tho most interesting things and be, we'll, different. He isn't. He's just like everybody else. Of course if he dates q girl she's noticed. Everybody thinks she must .have something because Ee has the rep utution of being awfully smooth. But even that won't do me much good now that Mrs Fernell is down on me-
 You're what-almost 19?" Mrs George wanted to know. Not go- ing to college ?"
 Cant" Boot admitted. Dad dy's business.
 "Of course. Well, you don't want to hang around the village for ages, waiting for the old ladies to smile at you again. opincd Fran ces George shrewdlv You want to marry-later, Of course. But not necessarily the first blond he-man who gives you a kind word"
 T thought if I could get away" Boots said. sipping her iced tea and relaxing for the first time in days, T thought I might really do something. But Mother doesn't seem to want me to. She's very old school, Mother is She says a girl ought to stay at home until the right man comes along. What did you say?" as her hostess chok- ed violently over her glass.
 Nothing. Went down the wrong way" muttered Frances George, sputtering and hopping her eyes.