several famous summer resorts, and we both enjoyed every moment of it, resolving to return on our vacations in the future. On e evening, about a week before we planned to fly home, we were sit- ting on the porch of our hotel before going in for cocktails, when Marian motioned for me to lean over toward her.

"Lew", she whispered, "will you do something for me if I ask you to?"

"Of course", I replied in a similar conspiratorial whisper, "what is it?"

"I don't know whether you will when you find out what it is," she insisted.

"I'll take a chance, and promise anyway," I laughed, "go ahead and tell me what it is you want me to do. #

"Well," she replied hesitantly, "I bought you some pretty night gowns, and I want you to wear them instead of your pajamas," she concluded.

"I don't see anything so terrible about that," I replied, "unless it might be the way I will look in them, but if you want me to wear them, I certainly will,"

"I think you will look alright in them, she smiled, "and I expect you may even come to like wearing them, but of course, if you don't, you can go back to your old pajamas.

*

After cocktails and dinner we went up to our room, and Mary brought out the nighties she had bought for me. All of them were nylon, and simply dripping with ribbons, and lace: one was white, another pink, another blue, still another lilac, and one a light green, which she explained was not 'green' but 'melon'.

"Aren't they lovely?" she asked, "Try them on and let's see how they fit. I tried them on, one after the other, and each was a wonderful fit. By the time we had tried on all of them we decided it was time to retire anyway, so I kept on the lilac night- ie, and wore it that night.

The next morning when we awoke, her first question was: "Darling, how did you like your pretty nightie?"

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