me look like some lovely fragile flower. The low hairdo made my shoulders softer and narrower while the creamy silk was a most com- plimentary color; and, of course, the added touches of fan, gloves, and the flowers in my hair, were most helpful. I was so delighted

that I laughed to myself as I turned to view myself from every possible angle.

As I stood there Mother came down, seeing me she exclaimed, "Oh Davy! You're lovely!" and kissing me soundly she continued, "Dear you have no idea how pretty you are. You make me very proud, for few mothers have such lovely 'Daughters'.'

I thanked her for the compliment, and then Aunt came down dressed, as was Mother, in an evening gown. We all stood admiring our images--then with their praises ringing in my ears, we all went in to dinner. Though we had to laugh at ourselves for dressing so formally for a "Hen party", we all had an extremely pleasant even- ing. At every opportunity I went out into the hall to look at my- self, and every time I did so I became more enamoured with my app- earance. And when I finally got ready for bed that evening I took off my dainty gown with genuine regret.

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When I arose the next morning, I was glad that my week as a woman was nearly over--though I had become accustomed to, and even fond of, my feminine apparel I looked forward to resuming my own clothes that afternoon. At the breakfast table Mother and Aunt decided to have luncheon downtown and see a matinee afterwards. pleaded to be allowed to resume my own clothes before we started; but Aunt reminded me that our bargain was for a full week, which wouldn't be up till late afternoon. I grouchily agreed and spent the morning in my cotton frock--reading and feeling sorry for my- self.

About 11:30 Mother announced that it was time to get ready, so we all went upstairs. I asked Aunt what I should wear, and she replied that she would decide while I was bathing. I took off my cotton frock and underthings and slipping into the blue wrapper went in to bathe. When I returned Aunt handed me a chemise--pale pink silk, trimmed with loads of hand-run ecru lace--I recognized it as the one she had purchased the afternoon we went shopping to- gether. It was so lovely that I felt an awful desire to wear it, but felt nonetheless that I shouldn't wear her newest things. I explained this to her, but she poo pooed the idea and told me to go ahead and put it on. I didn't wait for a second invitation, but

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