“Oh, heaps handsomer!”
“Do have him come here. Couldn’t we ask Miss Vantine to get him to lecture on art?”
“He hasn’t time. He goes from function to function. Many women love him, he’s a great social favourite,” boasted Isabelle.
This distinction set her apart as never before. She went among them as one baptized with greatness. When in the course of their daily walks with a teacher, they encountered a personable young man, Isabelle’s eyes would never swerve in his direction. When there were midnight spreads, Isabelle did not care for food, or she had her letter to write.
“Isabelle, will you marry him as soon as you graduate from here?” Margie inquired.
“Oh, no. I expect to spend years at work in the arts before I am worthy of him.”
“What arts?”
“It is not decided. I may paint, or sing, or act.”
“But you haven’t any talent for painting or singing.”
“You never can tell, Margie. I’ve had no chance ta show what I can do. Besides, I can act.”