The Waterbury Democrat., 1935-09-09
BY ATHLYN DEsHAIs

But don't want to go. mother" Florence Turner thumped a harsh minor chord on the diminutive apartment piano and crossed her knees in Q gesture of indecision.
 The impatient voice of Mrs. Eur ner was discouraging. Better call her, Florence" was the reminder. We can't keep Miss Hale waiting any longer" Then Mrs. Turner picked up the dusting cloth and stopped to dab at the rungs of the small telephone table in the dining room.
 But have no desire to talk with Geneva Hale. She has so much and we have no little. Honestly, mother, last time I had tea there that was some time in May why the things she told us that day! About her life. It's been just packed with color and excitement and nonchalance ever since she was a little girl. Of course, she's exotic looking to be- gin with. Sort of frantic and ex- pectant always. And her clothes are just fascinating. The brightest shades of red touched with gold or black. Dangling ear- rings"
 But her newspaper pictures"
 "They're horrid. Just like her. self. She's oily and homely, but rather marvellous underneath"
 Mrs. Turner looked at her own lovely pink and white little girl and it seemed ridiculous to hope for any more charm. She said indifferently:
 Where does their money come from?"
 Florence shrugged. Inheritance, suppose. But they're so different that they don't need much. They travel on very little, and they're in- vited out to meals lot"
 Mrs. Turned looked mortified.
 No security? How can the girls mother tolerate it? She's severe and dignified, I hear. Also beauti- full"
 Florence threw her arms about her mothers shoulders. Almost as beautiful as you, my pet. But twice as huge. Quite the grande dame, she's considered, in Geneva's bohe- milan set.
 Say, mother. Let's break down and go to their party. Would you"
 Mrs. Turner finished. Well. Miss Hale did say that she and her mother were anxious to meet me. Do you suppose it would be all right. ."
 "Or course" Florence broke in. That's the only reason I'd go. Oh, we'll have fun. It'll be pleasant novelty for you"
 But Florence" timidly. About clothes .. what does one wear at a buffet supper in bohemian"
 Florence was firm. "One would wear the white shantung and one would feel perfectly at ease. Well, I'd better phone our hostess"
 She picked up the phone and gave the number. Then she lifted her voice toward the kitchen, where her mother was peeling po- tatoes. Someone at the door, mother. MayDe tHe HlhbuHiho ooJ' Er hello. Miss Hale, please. Oh Geneva. This Is Florence Turner. Mother said you called. :. I'm well, thank you. So anxious to hear about this last jaunt. :. Six whole weeks in Santa Domin- g o! envy you"
 Florence's eyes were really wi- dening in wonder and admiration when she learned that Geneva Hale had earned the trip through work ing.
 But Geneva, there's no hazard involved. Not when you realize that you have your mother back of you, ready to send money if any thing happens. Mo-" she went on chidingly. "I wouldn't call you exactly daring. Just adventurous. And your mother? Is she happy here now? Yes, I knew she'd visited in New York while you were out of the states. Oh, or course I have time."
 She smiled to herself. Just like Geneva to ask someone to wait at the telephone while she went ana stirred the vegetables on the stove. Florence shivered slightly. There was q slight breeze coming From that open door. With whom could her mother be talking? A voice in the corridor was certainly flinging itself into housewifely chatter. But in a naughty fashion. Florence lis-
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