"Yes, Vera, I certainly agree with you", said Mrs. Stacy. "Bill is the same way. I often wonder what he
would do if he didnt have a wife to look after him. Girls, " she looked at Barbara and I, "you've still got a long way to go before thinking seriously of marriage but I hope when you do in a few years that you w811 be able to be both a wife and a mother to because thats what it takes. Treat him rough if you have to."
your husband
Mrs. Selby laughed. "That's all right for Barbara but Lily is too small. Imagine her trying to treat her husband rough! She'll probably have to be a docile wife." I blushed as Barbara let out a peal of laughter. "If Lily ever marries, her husband is in for a big surprise", said Barbara.
That evening, another visit to the Sweet Shop with Barbara. This time, for the supreme test, we both wore blue jeans, boy's checked shirts, woolen bobby sox, mocassins and with our hair bound with gayly colored scarbes. Mrs. Vickers theory that if I could get by as a girl while dressed in these boyish garments, I would be above suspician under any circumstances, left me shaken, The weather was still cold and we wore satin "lumber jackets" and wool knit gloves which we removed when we got inside the place. Hidge, Sally and Marge were already there, sitting in a booth. We joined them. "Hi, Babe!", "Hi, Lily", "Hi Sally, Midge--Marge". Ordering chocolate malts, we sat down with them. I, uncomforatably anxious as the four girls chattered vociferously. The cause of the unusual accentuation of liveliness became apparent as I saw 3 teen-age boys in the booth next to ours. They were sipping cokes and uttering remarks with double meanings intended for the girls in our booth. What passed for "sparkling wit" and gentle derision was tossed back and forth. I sat clumsily quiet through the banter until one of the boys, a tall, broad-shouldered red head, remarked.
"What's the matter with Blondie, here? Has the cat got her tongue?" Then I really blushed. The girls laughed and Midge replied. "Oh she's just bashful."
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