Evening star., 1937-08-01
Moouxiss Seetjos

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see that he was very sorry he could not linger.
The back yard had now become garden to
Isabelle. She brought out cretonne cushions
for the chairs, and noted each new zinnia that
blossomed at the edge of the walk to the
kitchen. Mamie, banging pots and pans in
side, rather destroyed the effect. But, Isabelle
reflected, except for Mamie and the garage -
and, thank heavens, it had vine growing on
it - the yard was sort of Englishy and sweet
with the grass and the tree, the zinnias and
the shrubs growing against the house.
She began to hong vaguely for frocks OF
dotted muslin, wide straw hats, and tea
table,
Jim Rainey's apron and his old shirt were
not as real to her now as the tweeds in which
her imagination clothed him, the tweeds
and heavy brognes of country gentleman.
Baileys truck, rafting off down the alley,
was foreign roadster purring along country
lane carrying Jim (whose name was Jeremy,
or maybe MichaeD away from clandestine
meeting with a girl (whose name was Jennifer)
in a walled and secret garden. Well, maybe
the garden wasn't secret exactly. Mamie could
look out from the kitchen; but the hedge was
thick enough to shut out neighbors almost as
we'll as wall
Then the gentle excitement of this remem-
bered fragment from an English novel was
shattered Isabelle had asked jim to drop
around later - it was his afternoon off -
and he had just clamoTed happily away in the
truck when it happened
Kay divers voice called from the kitchen:
"Jeepers creepers! What goes on here?"
Isabelle jumped and pretended she hadn't,
and stopped looking misty-eyed.
Kay, with Susie Clayton at her heels, came
out of the kitchen, the screen door banging
behind them.
For gosh sake!" Kay said. Mamie tells
me this goes on day in and day on"
Isabelle regarded Susie and Kay with a
conspicuous lack of interest. They were simply
too disgusting. And oh, heavens, what was she
going to say to them?
Susie Clayton asked sweetly: ANY port
in time of Storm darling? Or do you prefer:
Half loaf is better than none'?"
Il prefer" Isabelle stated languidly mot
to be talked to id riddles"
Hes handsome, all right" Kay said.
There's no riddle about that"
"Or his apron" Susie said She smiled at
Isabelle Does he wear it all the time?''
How much longer is this side-splitting wit
going to continued" Boredom in every line of
her face, Isabelle looked from Kay to Susie.
But, darling" they shrieked in unison,
"Bailey's delivery boy!'
You are the most un- American two people
/ have ever known - snobs of the first water"
she said; and added with the sudden anger of
a rabbit at bay: Besides, just what affair is
it of yours who know"
Its certainly your affair, my sweet, Susie
said; and Kay swallowed down her laughter.
But we hope it won't keep you away from
the club tomorrow night"
why should it," Kay said to Isabelle.
Bring him along. The boys would just love
to see him, bet.'
The boys?" Isabelles voice was faint.
"Wally Cliff and Ken and the rest of the
gang" Kay explained as if Isabelle we're no
longer the ideal of each of the gentlemen
named. MY mother met Wally's mother at
market this morning, and she said Wally had
telegraphed they were coming home because
the fishing is bad, they're all sick of their own
cooking and the insects are eating them alive