_Quel horreur!_ My locks were strained, brushed, tightened back, and I was left high and dry with my exposed brow revealing four furrows to an unsympathetic world. _C'est navrant_. We're not to be allowed even the _soupçon_ of a wave or the lightest _bouffée_, while side-curls are quite _démodés_. I think the situation is really tragic. So few women can afford to have a forehead. The result will be that lots of our _débutantes_ of some seasons ago will be "_coiffées à Ste. Catherine_" in more senses than one. The "jewellery" one wears now is made of wood; we have carved wooden beads, wooden bracelets, even wooden rings. "Therefore it will be cheap!" you exclaim. _Vous vous trompez, mon amie._ I read a story the other day of an American who said that if you want an egg here for breakfast it is cheaper to buy the hen and hope she'll lay next morning, and in any case you've got the hen. _Eh bien_, should you desire a set of wooden jewellery you might save money if you bought a forest. Paris has done more than extend _le bon accueil_ to the Peace delegates; she is giving their names to the latest thing in _vêtements_. Thus we have the Lloyd George _cravate_, the Wilson _gilet_ and the "Bonarlaw" _chapeau melon_. It's surprising how far-reaching are the effects of a Peace Conference. A number of _nous autres Anglais_ over here started a perfectly _thrilling_ idea. It was really in the way of being an adventure. We have been exploring the quaint little _cafés_ of Paris, with results _tout à fait étonnants_. We were served with provokingly delicious _plats_, at a price absurdly moderate compared with what is extorted from us in the hotels. Of course we were all enchanted. We became _habitués_ of _cafés_ and ceased to take any meals at our hotels beyond the matutinal _café complet_. And then, quite suddenly, a horrid newspaper article appeared which conveyed suggestions _extrêmement désagréables._ It insinuated, _ma chère_, that "things are not what they seem"--at any rate things in the bill of fare at the moderately-priced eating-house. It went on to speak of the many uses that domestic animals are put to after their labours on earth are ended. If it was horse that figured in the _boeuf bourguignon_ served up to me, or the _potée de boeuf aux choux_ (of which I will admit I _raffole_) I have no quarrel with it. It's the "_lapin_" I have had occasionally that's giving me the most qualms. I can't look at a cat now without a shudder. As for Bertie, he says whenever he thinks of the _tripes à la mode de Caen_ he so often favoured, he's very glad that he has even less imagination than his friends credit him with. Of course the article may have been inspired by the keepers of hotels who were losing our custom. I think it's more than likely. But we've decided for the present to give the hotels the benefit of the doubt. _Toujours_, Your well-devoted ANNE. * * * * * DELYSIOUS DETAILS.