way to the ballroom.

John did not enter the contest for the best dressed woman or for any other prizes. He took his place am- ong the spectators and later when the various contest- ants paraded through the ballroom, he applauded with the rest. Finally the decisions were announced and then the evening was given over to dancing. This was John's cue. This was the test.

He was confident that his rather pretty face would not betray him; that his neck was more like that of a young womans and that even his arms looked rather well.

Weeks of practising the art of makeup, which an understanding wig maker and artist had helped him with, bolstered his self-confidence. While the judg- ing of the contestants had been in progress he had pas- sed seemingly more or less unnoticed, though he did think that one or two women had glanced his way and he felt sure that a man or two had let their eyes lin- ger on his becoming gown.

But now, now was the time. What would happen? A couple rose and began to circle the floor. Then other couples joined them. With a heart beating with anticipation, not fear, John waited. Was this the moment? A muscular rather good looking young man was approaching. The next moment he was bowing before John and introducing himself. Might he have the pleasure? He might, and the next minute he was being led off to the strains of the excellent orchestra.

The next few hours passed as though on wings. Time and again a man would cut in. John soon found himself talking easily (he had modulated his voice. through practice) and thoroughly enjoyed every minute. He gave his name as Shelley, but skillfully avoided giving the number of his cabin.

As the evening wore on a particularly persistent partner came back time and time again and finally suggested a turn on the deck. Shelley took his part- ners arm and they left the ballroom. Under the full

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