30.

"Tomorrow"? shrieked Mrs. Brown, "I thought she said

the 8th."

"Calm down, Annabelle", said Mr. Brown, "you know her 3's sometimes look like 8's, but its definitely the 3rd." "Good heavens, now there wont be time to get anything what will we do."

Mr. Brown looked at his wife and then at his son-- "Why can't Butch wear your clothes, you look about the same size?"

To Butch's utmost embarrassment he was put into sever- al of his mother's dresses and it was decided that although they were a trifle large in some places that on the whole they would have to do.

The first thing the next morning Butch was carefully dressed in his mother's yellow linen dress and a yellow ribbon was put in his hair. He couldn't navigate in her shoes so had to wear his own. It was true he looked like an awkward tomboy that had reached the gawky age, but still he could pass for a girl or rather a young woman. The poor boy felt so foolish in his attire that he floated about the house nervously not being able to relax or concentrate on anything. He most certainly dare not go outside even in the yard for fear someone he knew would see him and he would get branded with a stigma he would never live down.

Aunt Marian arrived that afternoon. She was tall and gaunt and with the sharp features and general appearance characteristic of the old maid she was. It didn't take her long to discover that her namesake was not a girl. In fact she realized it alomst at once but decided to play along with the gag while she could figure out the meaning of it all. As the toadying of her niece and her husband became so disgustingly apparent it became clear to her why they had deliberately tried to deceive her. The more she thought about this the more furious she became. Of course she could foreclose on all the notes she held, but it would take time and there was no assurance that she could get all of her money back anyway. She didn't want to ruin her neice actually, but she did want some revenge, for the disappointment had been great. She was a lonely