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The Perfect Year BY ELEANOR A. HALLOWELL When Dolly Leonard died , on the night of my _ débutante _ party , our little community was aghast . If I live to be a thousand , I shall never outgrow the paralyzing shock of that disaster . I think that the girls in our younger set never fully recovered from it . It was six o'clock when we got the news . Things had been jolly and bustling all the afternoon . The house was filled with florists and caterers , and I had gone to my room to escape the final responsibilities of the occasion . There were seven of us girl chums dressing in my room , and we were lolling round in various stages of lace and ruffles when the door-bell rang .