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It was Easter Sunday and Gita was strolling along the Boardwalk. Mr. Donald had considerately sent her a check and she had bought a small black sailor hat, which she wore on the back of her head that her cropped hair should further demonstrate her complete indifference to feminine allure. She had also invested in a black sport skirt that she might be able to keep one hand in a pocket, and in the other she carried a swagger-stick. A stiff white shirtwaist and black tie completed her toilette. She flattered herself that she looked like a boy masquerading as a girl and was somewhat disconcerted when no less than two passing men murmured, "Cutie. " Then she was abruptly a haughty young woman-and a Carteret-freezing impertinent libertines.
"But if I only _were_ a boy," she sighed. "I don't believe I'd even mind work. And girls are ten thousand times nicer than men. Then I could fall in love with one of them, and now that is forever denied me."