and Mrs. Paul
Bonner in Maple Avenue."
As her father entered the office to take her home, Missy gave a deep
sigh, a sigh of mingled satisfaction and exhaustion such as seals a
difficult task well done.
Late as it was when she reached home, Missy lingered long before her
mirror. With the aid of a hand-glass she critically studied her pink
organdie from every angle. She wished she had a new dress; a
delicate wispy affair of cream net--the colour of moonlight--would
be lovely and aristocratic-looking. And with some subtle but
distinguished colour combination, like dull blue and lilac, for the
girdle. That would be heavenly. But one can't have a new dress for
every party. Missy sighed, and tilted back the dresser mirror so as
to catch the swing of skirt about her shoe-tops. She wished the
skirt was long and trailing; there was a cluster of tucks above the
hem--maybe mother would allow her to let one out; she'd ask to-
morrow.
Then she tilted the mirror back to its normal position; maybe mother
would allow her to turn in the neck just a wee bit lower--like this.
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