CONCEIT.

Star (Christchurch), Issue 18938, 7 December 1929, Page 19 (Supplement)

CONCEIT.

(Wriflen for the “ Star ” by

HELEN LOWE.)

OH, dear, no, I am not a bit conceited. Of course I know people think I am beautiful. They do not tell me so, but I know what they are thinking. I am funny that way. When I go walking in my brand-new outfit I just know everyone is saying, Gee 1 wonder where she gets her clothes ’’ And the funny thing about it is, it is not the clothes at all —it is the way I wear them. I do know how to pul them on. I can get quite ordinary looking clothes, but. when I put them on they look wonderful. Now do not be thinking I con-

ceited. I certainly am not. I know my eyes are big and I like my hair, but I do not think I am pretty. I think I have nice hands because a man told me once that my hands were like poems. He was rather shy about telling me. I’ll tell you how he happened to mention it. I was sitting talking to him and he kept looking at my hands and I asked him if he did not think I had expressive hands, and he said, “Little one (I love to be called little one), your hands do not merely express, they tell the world,” and when I remarked that I was afraid he meant something unkind, he said, “My dear, forget it, your hands are like poems.” Wasn’t that sweet? By the way, I had an awful experience the other day. I must tell you about it. I -was riding in a bus and I heard someone say, “Isn’t she a sweet

baby?” I hate to have people make audible remarks about me and I pretended not to notice. Then I heard another voice says, “She is a little darl ing, that’s what she is.” Oh. I was thrilled, and then a young man’s voice said, “Isn't her hair pretty the way it curls?” I was dying to look. felt sort of embarrassed, too. I thought I would glance around when I got off the bus. I could hardly wait to see if the man was good looking. Well, when I got off, no one was looking at all They pretended to be looking at a baby that a woman was holding just behind where I sat. I guess they thought I would feel embarrassed. I am so glad people think I am pretty, even though I do not think I am nearly as pretty as I really am. (Anglo-American N.S. Copyright).