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Show ' coSUnf ' W d you know toe cologne isn't for you? Maybe ( Woody thinks you've outgrow your jeans." ' T,in?e ki1WS What 1 f ese I Plnk and white girls who use that ' WBTri .... if the bod. d0Wn heavily on tK. and WoodyAd..sor;crnWith lce, but she didn't Si" didn't want her totner to w anything was amXot vet bursting throulh rd Waters atrs longer a J: WaS Care to-Teep yo?y' mSt-" ,ook wmdM- women never cried over their brothers "It's what Lance saw" not what he did" Betty said in a taifefne" waited she continued wretchedly He saw Woody buying a bottle of co ogne. Cologne, mother, imagine! im-agine! He was so glib when he told me I looked cute in jeans and now he's two-timing me with some fluffy female who actually horrible concoction! He wouldn't dare get me any. And besides, I already told him I wanted roller skates for Christmas ... I have to be ready for the new rink that's opening next month, don't I? I thought Woody and I would be going together, but now that's all over." She threw her arms around her mother , and cried tragically, "Oh, mother, I'll never smile again' I definitely won't." This time Mrs. Miller smiled over her daughter's head. She well recognized the state Betty Jane was going through and decided she must take a hand. "You're sure the cologne wouldn't be for a sister or a cousin?" "He hasn't a female in the family, and his mother never uses it, so who else could it possibly be for? I'll bet it's for Estelle Bryan. All the other fellows like her but Woody used to say she was fragile. Oh, mother, how he's deceived me!" Her mother arose. "Well, dry your eyes, Betty, dear. It's Christmas Christ-mas Eve and you want to be happy hap-py today. Woody will probably come over with your roller skates tonight and we'll surprise him. If he wants fragile girls, he'll get one." Betty Jane sat up straight. "Mother, no' Not that horrible blue dress you bought me! "You wash up and put that dress on, Betty. "We'll wait for you downstairs." With that, Mrs. Miller closed the door on her tomboy daughter and hurried downstairs. As she reached reach-ed the bottom step the doorbell rang and she admitted Woody Anderson, An-derson, a lanky boy with unruly red hair and freckles marching in perfect formation over the bridge of his nose. He was clutching a box, obviously containing the roller skates requested by Betty Jane. "She'll be right down," Mrs. Miller informed him, then left him alone for the surprise. It came a half -hour later when Betty Jane made her appearance. The blue dress looked even better than she had hoped it would. "Gosh, Betty Jane'" Woody contributed con-tributed to the conversation. The smile broadened. "For me. Woody?" she asked, nodding toward to-ward the box. "Is it cologne? Lance saw you buying some." So casual, so indifferent. "Uh gosh. no. Betty Jane. Gee. you asked for skates and I got them for you. I bought co'oeme for Miss Lindsay, the English teacher that helned me with my essay for that, contest." "How sweet of you." She steeped stee-ped down into the living room and arceoted the box f'nm Woodv "Thank you." sh sa:d gTavely. "Yours is under the trpe." "Gee. I didn't think I'd ever like vou dressed im s a p-irl. Bttv" he eulned. "Estplle looked so awfnl a"d I was nrnud to have vnu run abound with mp in h'no Ipans. h"t. posh, you look wonderful like this!" |