Evening star., 1938-06-12
This time Kay Oliver and Susie Clayton
put one over on Isabelle almost

Fallon's Mrs FalOn was old and cute and
sort of eccentric, and she gave the most
divine teas All the different crowds invited at
once A person particularly one who was
only sixteen) could have divine time just
noticing how much better she looked than
the debutantes.
Besides, Isabelles mother had said just
before she went off to board meeting at the
Woman's Club: Il talked to Mrs. Fallon on
the telephone. Her grandson arrived unex-
pectedly this morning. He isn't really her
grandson. She's god-mother to his father.
She never saw him until today; but she insists
she loves him as if he were her own flesh and
blood. And she wants all you youngsters to
be nice to him."
This, Isabelle knew, might mean anything.
The grandson might be fifteen or all of thirty
or eighteen, nineteen or twenty.
He was twenty she discovered. soon after
she had entered the 1890 opulence of the
Falon house. Lefty Scoggins rushed Isabelle
over to rubber plant in corner and told
all: His name was Jonathan O'Neill; he'd
lived abroad all his life, but had come to
America to enter Harvard in the Fall. He was
six feet tall; blond; hazel eyes - with such
lashes; and his clothes must have been made
by an English tailor.
Isabelle was feminine perfection to plain,
shy Lefty, who was grateful for being in
cluded in the younger sets larger affairs
where girl didn't have to have boy with
her Lefty wanted Isabelle to meet her mascu-
line counterpart Immediately.
Darling, must speak to my hostess first"
Isabelle protested. Lefty was sweet, but she
didn't understand. A person couldn't come
right out and show she was crazy to meet any
boy, no matter how wonderful.
Isabelle strolled into the drawing room.
The whole town seemed to be there and in the
dining room beyond She moved through the
throngs speaking vaguely right and left while
she searched for strange blond head Some
body tugged at her sleeve. She turned blankly
to find her mother, who had just arrived.
*What on earths the matter with you, Isa-
belle? Roaming around like somebody in
trancet'
why, Mamma! I'm just being polite and
looking for Mrs. Fallon."
She's five feet away, by the fireplace"
"Oh!' Isabelle was not conscious of her
mothers amused gaze. Like an automaton
she went to Mrs. Fallon, small and plump in
purple lace and diamonds.
Isabelle! My own pretty girl, Mrs. Fallon
chirped. You must help me get Jonathan
launched. He must meet all your friends
and =" Her sharp old eyes caught sight of
servant bringing a tray of glasses into the
room. Dear me, nor she murmured He
should take them into the dining room.''
She was off after the man, and Isabelle
moved on Another tug at her sleeve and she
turned to find Kay Oliver and Susie Clayton,
her two very dearest friends. MY sweet, why
so lateo" Susie asked. Susie prided herself on
her languid manner, 50 wise and worldly; con-
tinental, you might say.
We've been hunting for you, Toots, Kay
said. Kay was the good guy type, and
rarely lost the animation that made her eyes
black imps beneath her mop of black curls.
I'VE wanted to ask you to our party day
after tomorrow night formal" Susie
drawled Ken Taylor and Wally both want to
bring you, dear"
It'll be at my house." Kay explained.
"Susie's apartments too small. Everybody'll
be there, and that costs dough, so Susie and l
are splitting the cost
I'D love to come,' Isabelle said, looking
at Susie, who seemed to be rapidly expiring of
boredom. Isabelle knew what this meant:
Inside, Susie was differing with excitement.