Merritt....Pendleton & Bull
The gauge in my auto showed it to be 104 degrees outside. Yet, this woman looked as refreshing as a sterling silver bowl of rainbow sherbet. How did she manage that? At first, I gave all credit to her fluttering, flowing, whimsically-striped dress.
But look more closely. While my wrinkled brow was damp with perspiration, my few remaining hairs flattened to my scalp by heat and humidity, this woman was a picture of unseasonable perfection head to toe. A great dress can do many things for a woman, dear reader, but it is not a moveable air conditioner. Merritt, I can only surmise, must be innately cool.
But look more closely. While my wrinkled brow was damp with perspiration, my few remaining hairs flattened to my scalp by heat and humidity, this woman was a picture of unseasonable perfection head to toe. A great dress can do many things for a woman, dear reader, but it is not a moveable air conditioner. Merritt, I can only surmise, must be innately cool.
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