"But Orville's a girl too", said Barbara sweetly. Her mo- ther gave her a sharp look. "Now dear, none of that" warn- ingly. "But mother, be practical. As far as clothes are concerned, Orville is just as much of a girl as I am. Isn't he wearing a dress and slip and other dainties under the dress? and he will have a stocking problem just the same as we will, won't he?" My face was burning and I squirmed uncomfortably, hating Barbara for bringing the subject around to me. Dora and Mrs. Vickers both looked thoughtful.

"What she says is very true" said Mrs. Vickers. "I hadn't thought of it, but I see we have to consider it, especially since Barbara pulled that awful boner and introducea Orville as her cousin, Lilly. If it weren't for that, we could pre- tend that he is just a servant and be kept out of sight as much as possible. Now you've made things difficult".

Barbara flushed at the chiding. "After all, you told me to take Orville to get a ration card. Was it my fault that I bumped into Mrs. Van Root and all the girls? Before I had time to think, they bombarded me with questions and I had to say that Orville was a relation. W What could I say that h was my uncle? Dressed as a girl the way he was?" Mrs. Vickers fanned herself vigorously with her napkin and nodded her head.

"Yes, I suppose you did the only thing you could. Oh my, wouldn't it have been frightful if you had introduced him as a man?" Barbara let out a loud giggle. "Well, I just man- aged to blurt out that Orville w was my cousin and after that all the girls gushed over him and invited him to come and visit them".

"Yes, and now we are forced to take Orville with us to all these bridge parties and other affairs, whether we like it or not".

"But I don't play bridge", I wailed. "Besides, how long do you think I could fool a bunch of women about my real sex in such close association. It's a wonder they didn't suspect