as she wore; some were dancers and others were merely young ladies like herself. She had never met any of her friends but their friendship was strong.

Suddenly the door bell gave her a start.

Should

I send Georgia to the door? This was the first time it had ever rung with her in the house. She trembled walking into the living room, but oddly enough, she felt secure in her clothes, and it would only be a short glimpse into the world outside. She peeped through the curtain of the door. A salesman stood quietly out- side. She must speak to him and then quickly send him away. She did not have me to help her in her debut. I was helplessly inside her.

"Yes, what do you want?" her shrill voice rang out as she peeped around the door.

"Fuller brush man", he said smiling. "Would you like to see our line of goods?" "You will find a great savings by dealing with us". He continued without noticing. It was unbearable. The man was speaking to Georgia as if to the lady of the house. It was won- derful. Then he stopped and smiled at her. "I'm sor ry," Georgia answered. "I'm just the maid here, and the Mrs. left strict instructions not to buy anything. "Would you like to look yourself. We have some fine hair brushes?" "No thank you." Georgia smiled politely. "Well, thank you for allowing me to talk to you." He smiled and turned to go. "I'm really sorry I can't buy any, she said closing the door for the first time on the real world. Her debut was successful even if she could never become a complete part of it.

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She was hot and weak. She wanted to laugh and cry at the same time as she entered the bedroom. It was over and she felt hot so she changed into a summer cotton dress. The zipper would not close in the back so she slipped on a black sweater. She sat down before the mirror and took up Sons and Lovers which she was reading for a class. She looked up every few pages and caught a glimpse of the girl in the mirror. Georgia re- moved her wig because of the heat and tied a scarf ar- ound her head as a farmer girl would do on a windy day. I laughed at her because she resembled an innocent

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