MISS DRAFT DODGER (Con't.)

"I'm Lily Doran."

"Coke"?

"No, thanks. I still have most of my malt in the other

booth."

"I'll get it for you." He darted back, picked up my malt and was back, pursued by the teases of his two friends. Daintily, I sipped my malt and looked up at him demurely, making my eyes as large as I coÿld.

"Uh--nice weather", he said, clearing his throat. "Yes, isn't it though?" "Like to go to movies?"

"Oh, I love them".

"Like dancing?"

"I like it but I'm afraid I'm not to good at it". "Uh--how about me teaching you some time?"

"We--el--sometime."

"Can I--uh--take you home tonight?"

"I'm afraid not, Ted. You see, I'm with my cousin Barbara and she would certainly get sore if I left her." "Who's Barbara? Is she the tall girl?"

"Yes. Isn't she pretty?"

"Oh, she's all right, I suppose, but I don't like tall girls. Anyway, I like blondes better." I pretend- ed to simper modestly.

"Barbara is very popular. All the boys are crasy over her."

"Well, here's one that isn't. She was trying to make me while was waiting for you but I had my eye on you all ready. You're my type. His hand reached out and closed over mine with a significant squeeze. Start- led, I tried to withdraw it, but, just at that instant Barbara's sarcastic laugh rang out. One of the boys yelled in scorn.

If that's

"Boy, do you think you're something. the way you feel about us common people, why do you

waste time in here with us."

"You're SO right "Lily", she call-

"Why indeed?" she said haughtily. I'm sure I shan't miss you if I leave. ed to me. come along. We're going home." Pulling my