“Once she was done she now had ten new outfits.’
“I will wear this one now said Muriel speaking of the Layered flapper down red tasselled dress with sequins. “ Do you have shoes to go with the dresses I have just purchased?’
“We will send for Mr Stark Miss er.’
“Marshbanks, Muriel Marshbanks.’
“Yes Miss Marshbanks, I will get them right away right away. May I ask what size you are?’
“I’m a size five I think. “
We will measure your feet to make sure Miss Marshbanks so that we get you the best fitting shoes there are. We don’t want you getting bunions do we?’
The assistant came back and asked Muriel to remove her boots.’
Once Muriel had removed her boots Abigail look down at her feet then said.’
“I hope that you don’t mind me saying; but your toenails need cutting desperately.’
“Can we cut them before the shoe fitter comes over asked Muriel?’
Yes, I have some scissors in my bag said the assistant; just one moment.’
“Would you allow me to cut them for you Miss.’
“Thank you yes, if you wouldn’t mind.’
“Christine Smith took hold of her left foot and delicately snipped away expertly until her feet were both done. She then filed and polished them. I have some nice nail polish that you can borrow Miss Marshbanks I can do them for you before Mr Stark gets here.’
“Would you Christine; thank you.’
“The assistant left for a moment then returned with some cotton buds and placed them between each toe; before painting them red with nail varnish.
Her feet looked a hundred times better now as she waited until the polish had dried.
“When Mr stark arrived he was nothing like what Muriel expected he was a just a little man no more than four feet tall with little half moon glasses on his bulbous nose his hair was curly white but what stood out was his clothes. He was immaculately dressed and his shoes polished to a high shine. He was a gentleman in the first order.
Several boxes of shoes from size five to five and a half were brought in for her to try on. She chose an open toed black pair to go with the dress that she was wearing. Muriel looked at herself in the long mirror they had in the fitting room. There’s something missing isn’t there she asked Abigail for help.’
“Yes, I know Muriel it’s your hair.’
“My hair what’s wrong with my hair.’
“You need a modern style; something that will turn men’s heads she giggled.’
“But I don’t want to turn men’s heads.’
“You want’ to look like a lady don’t you?’
“We shall go over the road to Elmore’s Beauty Salon; they will not only do your hair but fix your make up too.’
Muriel bought four different hats to go with the dresses she had bought and Brundles promised to deliver them that afternoon or her. There was still a lot of money left over and Abigail suggested that she buy two coats which she did and kept it on. It was black with a nice fur lined collar.
They strode elegantly across the road to Elmore’s Beauty Salon where she spent the next hour and a half having he hair styled.’ They cut nearly seven inches off her hair which was naturally curled. Now she looked like Clara Bow the silent film actress.’