two friends she had expected; now both John and I are fairly good at hockey, so, of course, we offered our services. Mine were accept- ed at once, but John's were turned down as it was to be a ladies match.

Immediately my mind flew back to John's successful masquerade at the party in Germany, and without more ado I told my friend Ada about it. Before I finished she knew what I was going to suggest and seemed heartily in agreement with the idea of John playing as girl that afternoon.

John, however, did not fancy the experience, saying that a party in Germany was a different proposition than a game of hockey in England. After some minutes, he agreed, at least to the extent of trying on some things to see what he would look like.

As I made clear in my last letter, John can quite easily wear my shoes and clothes. This meant that Ada had to find two outfits very much alke. Well I went around with her to two of her friends, and each offered to lend me her hockey clothes, neither knowing that we were visiting the other as well. Ada was able to supply all that was necessary, and she also managed to get a short bobbed wig in addition.

Briefly, John's outfit consisted of silk vest, padded brass- iere (as before for effect) suspender belt to hold taut his long black lisle hose, white silk blouse with long sleeves, short black satin knickers with elastic at the waist and legs, a trim gym co8- tume and low heeled, single strap shoes.

Knowing that a lot of running was to follow, I saw that the wig was fastened on more securely than usual. Lastly a careful application of makeup, and once more, John, my husband, had become Jean, my attractive but shy and retiring sister. We were very much alike, so much so that Ada suggested that we should pass twins.

Then, after taking our sticks and throwing scarfs about our necks, we climbed into our two seater and left for the distant pitch. On arriving at the ground, we got ready to leave the car and I was amused to note Jean doing as we were doing-patting hair into position and dabbing a powder puff on his face. When I slipped my hanky and powder puff into the pocket of my knickers, he followed

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