"We'll start first thing tomorrow morning, but no complaining out of you. All this won't come as easy as putting on a nightgown, wait till you have to learn to put on eye makeup straight!" She laughed and kissed me goodnight with a giggle. “Now you get some sleep, Miss, and dream of flowers!"

"Goodnight, Jean... and thank you, dear sister."

"Goodnight, Brenda, dear," she said closing the door and leaving me to new and better dreams for the future.

The next day dawned bright and clear. Jean came in with the same morning ritual, and I got out of bed and to the bathroom without the grumbling of the previous day. I tried to give her my nicest smile, and I thoroughly enjoyed the walk across the room, with the skirt of my gown brushing my thighs. When I came back out, she had a secret smile on her face.

"Sit up in bed," she said, "the doctor will be coming to see you in a few minutes, and you have to pretty up a bit."

She came over and brought her blue case. As I arranged myself against the pillows on the headboard, she started pulling things out of the case.

"Let's give you a nice makeup job!"

I smiled and she began with a base, then she applied color to my eyes, blush-on for my cheeks and a lovely shade of lipstick. Then she pulled out a brush and arranged my hair in bangs on my forehead. She slipped a tiny blue bow on the left side above my ear, and stepped back to admire her work.

"Well, how do I look?" I asked half in hopes, half in fear.

"Oh, I'm sorry, wait a minute." She walked over to the dresser and got the mirror.

I got a look at my reflection and was almost overwhelmed! I didn't relize that the little touches and a brushing would change me so. At that moment the doctor came in.

"Good morning . . . Brenda!" he said in surprise. "Why, I didn't realize that you two had been up to so much mischief!”