suitable to the gown. So I finally after about an hour or so emerge in all my glory like a moth from the co-

coon.

The radio with dance music is an ever present ac- compainment. My make-shift dinner embelished with my favorite wine is eaten in front of a mirror and then follows the evening of dancing and successive changes in outfits. Letter writing is usually a part of these evenings with a trip to the mail slot at the elevator to send the message on its way. This is always met with mixed emotion--how do I look--is my make-up effective and is my hair presentable--what is the de- gree of activity in the hotel--has the night watchman made his rounds recently or is he about due? It is a case of wanting to appear in public and yet not being sure enough of myself. And yet, in the many times when I have met a bell hop or chambermaid or some of the hotel guests in the corridors, there has never been a problem. As has been said so often, if we are tastefully dressed and do nothing out of the ordinary, the chances of being accosted and apprehended are really not very great in a good hotel. But still, each time my heart beats faster and as I unbolt and open the door carefully I stand and listen before I venture forth. And rest assured I check and double check to be sure I have my door key before I close the door be- hind me. As so it probably will always be.

When finally time for bed arrives it is "Bobbie" in black chiffon nightie who crawls between the sheets to awake and greet the new day with that heavenly feeling of luxury and femininity. And it is always with a feeling of nostalgia when the end of the trip. comes around and everthing is packed away for the trip home.

About five years ago a new era dawned in my life. I prevailed on a bachelor friend who is a hairdresser and knew about my interest to let me store my ward- robe in his apartment. This was wonderful as it gave me safe storage free from prying eyes and yet it was always accessible to me. But like the goose and the golden egg, I over did things. I expanded from one

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