Carolyn Rose
/Dancing Dolly
There she was on tiptoe and peeping over the wall, and when we crunched up in our spiked walking boots, she turned her head and said, "Oh good-oh, you're just in time - my hat's blown over the wall and there's a dog trying to eat it."
We thought gad, what an adorable maiden, and what kind of a rotten dog can it be to want to eat the hat of such a lovely-legged dolly as this? Impulsively and gallantly, we jumped over the wall. Immediately we jumped back again. Some dog. What a whopper. Big as a flaming house. Teeth all over the place.
"Oh, my hat," said this adorable maiden.
"You can say that again," said we, "and we'll be far better off buying you a new one than trying to rescue the old one. This way."
So, we took her to a hat shop and then had tea. Her name was CAROLYN ROSE, she's eighteen and is a dancer from Bristol. She wants to go to America, Brazil, Italy, Jamaica and Honolulu. Then when she's seen it all she wants to come back and live in a converted farmhouse with lots of dogs.
None like the one that was making a meal of her hat, we hope.
Beautiful Britons No 169 - December 1969
