"I think a pale, honey color would be nice," I replied.

She smiled, "Yes, I think that would be attractive for your complexion." Nancy had gone into a booth with another operator and hadn't heard my conversation with the manager. No one else in the family knew I would be coming home a blonde as I hadn't decided until I was in the shop.

We had a mutual admiration society going on the way home with our compliments to each other about our new hair dos. Nancy was styled very becomingly. Mine was still straight but it was now a pale, shim- mering, honey blonde. I felt extremely female and pretty as we drove home.

As we drove into the yard, I could see Sam and Bert trimming the high hedge that surrounded the cabin, while Jack was raking and piling the trimmings. The trees and shrubs were in full leaf. The lawn looked like a green velvet carpet. The ranch style cabin sat towards the rear left corner of the lot under some huge oak trees. It was a pretty, restful hideaway and I was very happy to be a part of the friendly, sincere, uncomplicated, wonderful family that lived here. We sat in the car for a few minutes watching our menfolks at work, then went into the house to put the finishing touches on lunch.

When Betty first saw us, her eyes widened and she almost dropped the coffee pot. "Wow!" was all she could say! She ran over and kissed Nancy and then gave me a hug. "Gee!", she cried, “you look super!" She reached up and took my hair in her hand and examined it thor- oughly, then gave it a tug just to make certain I hadn't slipped on a wig. "You're both beautiful," she exclaimed.

When the boys came in to clean up for lunch, we both 'suffered' the exquisite agony of their compliments and raves about our hair.

During lunch, Betty asked me if she could become a blonde, too. I replied that she had better ask her parents. They had no objections, so after the lunch things were cleaned up, I called and made an appoint- ment for her for the next day. When the manager showed her the color charts for blondes, she had quite a time deciding; but finally she emerged with silvery platinum tresses. She made a very beautiful blonde girl.

We decided to venture out for the first time that summer as a group. We drove to a small town on the coast about fifteen miles away for din- ner. I think we made a very attractive group. Sam and Bert wore dark

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