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red nails and the thought that the polish would have to come off and with it all the previous evening's pleasure was so painful I couldn't bear it. So I asked her, even before I was out of bed, if I couldn't wear her things again. Mother looked astonished, but when I explained that being Saturday there would be no conflict she consented. Goah but I was pleased, and when she got used to the idea I think she was toc, for she remarked that the print wasn't right for morn- ing wear end she would get me something else to wear

Hose weren't necessary either, she explained, though she did have me put on the panty girdle. My outer things consisted of the full blue skirt I had worn to Aunt's, a plain white cotton blouse, blue cardigan of a much lighter shade than my skirt, and a pair of blue calf pumps with a medium heel and aquarish toes. When it came to my hair she insisted that if I were going to dress that way I must do it myself. So I sat down at her dressing table seemingly all thumbs while she stood behind and coached me. My first 3 or 4 efforts were such dismal failures that there was nothing to do but take it all down and start over but finally I achieved a passable and definitely secure hairdo. It wasn' up to Mother's standards and it was held on with at least a whole card of bobby pins--so secure and passable is the best description. After that she insisted that I put the makeup on too, and, in comparison, it was easy. But I didn get down to breakfast till after tên.

Sis had left early too, so Mother and I had the house to ourselves for the rest of the day. I felt just as wonder ful as the night before, enjoying every minute of it, and the sweater, blouse and skirt combination were very becoming indeed. Also, with more time and a sympathetic and instruc÷ tive audiende, I could really get the feel of my clothes and appearance. Soon the clothes felt natural as could be and I found myself slipping into a femine frame of mind--essen- tial if I were to creat an authentic picture.

Then after lunch Mother asked me to take the car and run an errand for her. But the thought of going out by myself as I was scared me, and I didn't wish to change so I tried to beg off. Mother knew exactly what my problem was