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long before the dress was ready to wear. But we, deceptive creatures, could not spoil the illusion so a dress box from one of the big Boston stores was dragged from a closet! The dress was packed in much tissue paper, done up in wrapping paper, and addressed to my mother. My brother carried it to her shortly before the event of the party; and with a calm face, presented it to her. She was delighted! The dress fitted and she was ready to go when the time came.

I cannot forget the group of boys and girls gathered in the sewing room. Gerard Henderson was one, a stalwart young man with striking blue eyes and a shock of blond hair. He later became a lawyer. Charles Foulk - visiting Dublin - a gay spirit, who sadly enough was not meant for this world long; and Robert Pearmain with another shock of hair, dark - the Beatles weren't in it, really! Eleanore and Anna Cabot: both capable pretty girls who were the hostesses of this bizare party. Then Gladys Thayer who, for a girl, was not handy with the needle, but was wonderful at doing pastels of flowers and drawings of people. Margaret Mc Kettrick, who later devoted years to the American Indians, and lived in the west. Margaret was a charming humorous girl, with wonderful red hair, and a ready smile. Then my dear chum, Hildegard Henderson, Gerard's older sister, who later became a baby doctor in San Francisco.

All these and more too, worked on the grey silk dress. I can see them all happily playing together with thread and needles, snipping with scissors, and laughing and joking together as they worked.