MORE AT HEART ROSE Carollee Velvet red rwses sewn into Ulm your gown, On grass of green carpets mingled with ew. Queen your None of the flowers, with gems on crown, wiser, none precious by Janet Nash as you. the ' i yf ( 4 bus with her, but from this distance each tiny dot looked the same as the other. A small teardrop oozed out of the corner of one eye and hurried down Cindy's cheek. The others she tried to hold back stung her eyes and made the small lump rising in her throat, twist and ache. She swallowed hard «and tried to remember how excited she had been the day daddy signed her up for the Standard Examiner ski lessons. But up here in the cold, silent surroundings and among the bustling u f ‘, her finger in nervous embarrassment at the thought of facing her family. Cindy was the first of her family to learn to ski, and even though mom thought that nine years old was a little early to go up alone, both daddy and the advisor had assured her that Cindy woud be taken care of. She glanced out of the window again and noticed that only a few snowflakes were still floating to the ground. She saw her faint reflection in the glass. Mom had curled her long hair and the freckles sprinkled-across her nose stood out against her white skin. Her tan turtle-neck sweater and parka made*her dark brown eyes look almost black. A loud chuckle pulled Cindy out of her daze. All of the other people in the lodge were cheerful and most of them hurriedly ate a sparse lunch and hustled back out to ski. Cindy felt lonely and ugly as she sat watching the crowd. ‘! wish | could do it. I've got to do it,’ she thought, and stood up quickly. It seemed as if all eyes turned to stare at her and she thought: the laughing and talking even died down suddenly The metal plate on the bottom of her heavy, laced boots clanged against the cement floor with every step. Stopping at the doorway, she pulled on the ski hat that mom had knitted just for her, and stuck her hands into the warm mittens attached to her coat sleeves. As Cindy pushed the heavy door open, she turned to look once more at the laughing people, then setting Sitting alone in the smoke filled lodge, Cindy shivered as she gazed out of the giant window at the thick-falling snow. The powder-smoothed slopes loomed up just outside , and she could see the small figures of skiers winding their way down the hill, like ants on a mountain of sugar. Pressing her face against the cold glass, she searched the lower face of the slope for one of the girls who had ridden up on oP people, when it had come her turn to board the giant chair-lift stretching up the mountain, ‘BLOSSOMS Pamela Catia The cat blossoms stalks the Guarding the Miller bud. wild life eggs. bind the knot of fear in her stomach snuffed out the courage built during the long weeks, waiting for the snow to come. Cindy pulled her face from the window and with her small finger drew a design in the vapor on the glass. ‘‘Just a few more minutes and the lessons ought to be over,’’ she thought, and looked around the stuffy room for a clock. She read time almost perfectly now and when she saw the little hand on the clock, discouragement started rising inside her again. ‘‘Almost forty-five minutes left.’ It seemed like hours had already gone by. The lodge was clearing a little now and the smell of damp clothing and hot coffee hung in the air. Cindy knew daddy and mom would be disappointed when she got home and told them she was afraid and didn't take her lesson because she sat in the lodge all day. Winding one of her auburn her delicate mouth in determined lines, she let the heavy door swing shut and plodded toward the small Ski School shack across the parking lot. Her short skis, sticking in the snowbank, were almost burried now, so with her mittened hands she dug into the deep snow and pulled them out. “Could you use some help, young lady?’’ Came a heavy voice from behind. She started curls around W