a bowl of bread and milk, and I am putting sugar on it too!"

I

gave

Babs

a warning look to keep quiet.

It was no use making a fuss so early in our stay. After all, we might have three to stay here! years Also it was no use making an enemy of Martha so soon, although I could imagine that before there very long we would be enemies with everyone in this household, as far as I had so far

seen.

we were

We suffered the bibs, making faces as we tied one on each other, but inwardly seething at the indignity, then sat down and ate our pap from the bowls with a spoon. As soon as we were through, and my hunger certainly satisfied, Martha took us upstairs to a large room which she called the night nursery a name again that made us shudder. Fifteen year olds sleeping in a nursery! It was like a dormitory, for it had four little beds, quite narrow, all in a row along one wall. In the far two beds were two sleeping forms, whom I presumed were our cousins. They were fast asleep, and Martha warned us not to make any noise.

She ordered us to undress ourselves, and handed us sleeping garments, saying,

"You are both about the same size as Carol

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and Mabel, so tonight you can wear (arol's sleepers and Mabel's nightgown. Before you put them had better use the potties under your

on, you beds. "

As I had said, Babs and I were used to running in and out of each other's bedrooms, and so seeing each other in our nightclothes, and often we had seen each other in our underwear, especially when we were changing clothes to fool someone. But we were not used to regularly undressing before each other, at least we had not done so since we were little children, and the same with sleeping in the same room, and while we had never been too particular about closing the bathroom door to protect our modesty, we had never blatantly performed our toilet duties before each other, again not since we were little children. So we were two embarrassed youngsters at undressing before each other, and worse before Martha, for she did not leave us alone, then performing our toilet functions, and worse, at least for me, putting on the silly one piece sleeping suit, again which I had not worn since I was a kid. With Babs it was not embarrassing, since she always wore a nightgown anyway.

But it was a particularly horrible affair; for the suit fastened up the back, being completely

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