“Riding clothes would do,” mused Isabelle.
“Nicely, I should say.”
The next day she organized the Isabelle Amazons. They were only four in number, counting Nancy Holt, who was under size, but they drilled and hunted and rode to battle in the wake of their peerless leader. They met imaginary foes. They challenged Tommy Page and Teddy Horton to mortal combat, and put them to flight. It was a wonderful game, and Isabelle thrilled to think that it was “her ideal” who had suggested it.
“When am I going to entertain Mr. Christiansen?” she asked her mother.
“You entertain him?”
“Certainly. He had me to lunch, didn’t he?”
Mrs. Bryce laughed.
“I’m having a house party over the week end and he is coming.”
“This week end?”