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was soon on my way again.

Three hundred miles, one stop for gasoline and lunch, and about six hours later, I brought my car to a halt in front of the hotel where I was to stay. Hotels are a bit of a problem for me because I have no way of making an advance reservation in the name of Kay Spen- The hotel might send back a confirmation to her and, although she lives with me always, no one knows her address! An odd situation, I must say.

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Anyway, the doorman was very gracious, opening the car door for me and seeming to appreciate the well- sheathed leg and groups of petticoats as I got out of the driver seat. I smiled at him and he grinned broadly as he asked "are you checking in Ma'am?' (It always start- les and thrills me when someone calls me Ma'am!). I assured him that I was, and waited while he unloaded the car and sent it to the garage. "Keep your fingers crossed", I said to myself, "I hope they have a room for you".

Following the bell-hop through the lobby to the desk I was sure my clicking heels were attracting the attention of everyone and, at the desk I asked the clerk if they had a single with tub bath, which I prefer. Checking quickly, he informed me that he did and shoved the registration card toward me, adding that I was lucky because there was a convention in the Hotel, but he had just had a cancellation. I signed the card carefully "Miss Kathryn F. Spencer", in my best feminine hand, handed it to him and then, demurely asked the price of the room. Glancing at the card he told me and then said, "you really should have made a reservation, Miss Spencer. Your room is a nice one, but you can be more certain of getting what you want if we know a little a- head of time". I thanked him, he smiled, said he hoped I enjoyed my stay and handed my room key to the bell- hop.

My room is delightful! Spacious, with a double bed and with a full length mirror on the door of the closet. However, it's already four o'clock, and I have to call Larry and get ready for dinner. So, out of the zip case come my dresses, skirts and blouses which I hung in the

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