There was one difficult moment, when in hurrying for their seats, Mrs. Page spied them out.
“For goodness sake, Wally, where are you going?”
“Taking Isabelle to town.”
“Without a nurse?”
“I have a governess, not a nurse,” protested Isabelle, indignantly.
“Oh, excuse me,” laughed Mrs. Page. “Where’s Max?”
“Home in bed,” replied Isabelle, before Wally had formed an excuse.
“I hear your infant introduced an Adam-and-Eve scene into her party,” Mrs. Page continued.
Wally glanced anxiously at Isabelle.
“This is Tommy Page’s mother,” he explained.