“She was very explicit that the party was to be a tête-à-tête.”
“She’d never ask me,” laughed her mother.
“Aren’t you friendly?”—curiously.
“Oh, not at all.”
The next morning Max honoured Miss Watts and Isabelle with an unexpected call.
“What is she going to wear, Miss Watts?” she inquired.
“I’m going to wear my riding clothes,” announced Isabelle.
“How ridiculous! You’re going in a motor, not on a horse.”
“I don’t care. I look better in my riding clothes.”
“You’ll put on a white organdie frock and a big hat.”