work harder than if I had gone out and gotten a real job. Strangely, though, I was beginning to like it and often, while busy with some task, I would catch myself singing while I worked.

On the third day, Constance dropped another bombshell at me. "Fix yourself up real pretty tonight. We're going out to dinner and dancing with Joe and Art. They are here in Washington and they just now called me and asked for a date tonight. Weat that pink chiffon even- ing gown and those silver satin slippers".

"Connie

What the

What the what are you trying to do to me? Making me go out with a man! Have you forgotten that I am your husband? That I am a man?"

"Completely forgotten it, darling", she said blandly. "Just as you forgot that I was a woman when you married me for my money and when you refused to go to work. And, when you acted in such a craven manner about being drafted, you lost any resemblance to a man as far as I am concerned. Oh, yes, you're still my husband and I won't divorce you but when I sent you to mother's with instructions to dress you as a girl, I wanted to find out something, and - I did. If you were a real man, you never would have allowed my mother and sister to dress you in girl's clothes. You would have put up a fight. Then, I could see that you were beginning to like being a girl. You like it more than ever right now and I think that if you had the chance to revert back to being a man again, you would not have the will to do it. No, darling, you're no longer a man, to me. Now, I'll have no more arguments from you. Don't for- get that with only a few words I can have you in a Federal prison. I don't want to do that because I'll get in trouble too but nowhere as much trouble as you. So, from this moment on, I will hear no more references to the fact that you are a man or that you are my hus- band. Do you understand me? You are Lily, a girl, and my maid and my slave."