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blouse, a tight pair of gold lame clam diggers, plus and high heels.

"Well, I almost didn't know you, was sure of the address!" I said.

even though I

He laughed. "So it is with everybody, monsieur. One has to wear something. So I wear these if I have to. "

"I see you have gone into dressmaking."

"It"s very profitable, you know," he explained. He was sewing the hem of a white gown.

"Can you make a pink party dress by Friday?" I

asked.

"For you, monsieur?"

Ħ

'Yes. "

He smiled, putting the gown aside. "Well, so you have found it wiser to "do as the Romans do", as they say. Very well, we will take your measurements. What fabric do you like--satin? Chiffon?

"

"I'll take satin, I said

He nodded approvingly.

Rayon?"

"You will look well in it."

He measured my chest, waist and hips and told me my figure was fine for dresses. This surprised me a bit, but I laughed and told him I'd be back Friday for the dress. After that I went to a woman"s shop and got my high heels. The girl was very pleasant about fitting the shoes for me, and she showed me how to walk na- turally in them. My socks were not in good taste, so I had to get nylons to wear. I felt funny in them, but I knew I would have to get used to it if I wanted to stay in the town any longer. Before leaving the shop, I bought a slik blouse and put it on. I had my shirts and my old shoes put in a bag to carry. When I clicked out to the street I felt the cool silk blowing against my chest and back while the nylons stretched smoothly down my

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