"My dear, how well you are looking. You must have gained om your holiday," was no longer a social aux pas; indeed confessions of added avoirdupois were brazenly made. The hostess was besiege ed with requests for her recipes, the cakes melted before women released from the inhibiting fear of growing fat. Everybody, except the truly skinny, who were as usual in the minority, was riotously happy. Fatima reached out for her third cream puff and—awoke. The amah was standing by her bedside with a. cup of hot water and lemon and life was the same old anti-fat grind.
Text read from the printed page and cleaned; old type leaves the occasional error.