"Prudent!" blazed Doreen, "How I hate that word. If If hated a person as I hate that word there would be manslaughter immediately. I loathe being! prudent. And I am just that, worse luck. ' Temperamentally cautious' can truthfully be written on my tombstone. But with all my faults I do nob try to muke my outings as nearly like the rest of the year as possible. T like the shock of a few fresh' human impacts, the surprise off nevel occupations, the opportunity to try out my old stories on new people, almost anything as long as it's different."
"And where are you going this summer?" smiled her friend.
"Going to be reckless," was the unexpected answer, "T need a change of heart more than a change of scene. Instead of change of air I shall bob my hair. Instead of going away not because T want to but because it ecems the thing to do I shall
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