curls, one by one, dropping them in a soundless, liquid plop in her lap. Then, removing the pins and ribbon, I finished her off, quite as short as mine, her burnished golden hair joined the growing pile on the floor . . .

It was quite a sight that greeted Mr. Emanon at dinner that night. We had spent the rest of the afternoon putting our hair up in tiny pin curls, and tying little bits of ribbon in the curls. We both made up our eyes heavily and wore chandalier earrings, and the laciest dresses we owned.

"Just what the hell happened here this afternoon?" he burst out in amazement.

"Quietly Julia got up and walked over to him, then she handed him a big silver wrapped box. He opened it to reveal the product of our after- noon's harvest, golden tresses, mixed with green!

"We just thought that it would be cooler for the summer." Smiling, she turned and walked awy. Women don't have to explain their reasons!

Fall came, and with it the new fashions. My hair hadn't grown out com- pletely but I discovered that the new shorter fashions were indeed fun, and both Julia and I sported softly all-girl curl hair-do's. Happily the autumn air came crisply and on schedule, and I greeted the first day of fall with an angora sweater dress of light green. Chrissy loved to bury her head in my lap, as we sat out on the lawn. She had been playing and was all tired out. I had been working on a gay scarf to wear for the oncoming winter.

Suddenly, I was grateful for her and the makeshift haircut. If my hair had been over my eyes, I would have never seen the dark shape moving by the trees near us. Suddenly a man, wearing a sloppy suit and a fedora pulled low over his eyes, stepped out into the clearing.

"Hold it right there, sister."

I looked up pretending surprise, and saw that he was menacing us with a snub nosed revolver. Not a really dangerous predictament, but with Chrissy there I didn't want bullets flying around the place.

"What do you want, sir?" I managed to ask, keeping my poise, but adding the proper touch of hysteria to my voice.

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