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taking a comb proceeded to comb it all out. It was so long that it came down about me like a waist-length cloak. All the snarls out Aunt started to do it up, it took her a long time, but finally she was finished, and after putting a little powder on my nose she said, "There Davy, now stand up so I can see how you look. I did so-- gravely revolving in front of her, "Fine Davy! Fine," she said after looking me over carefully, "You look very nice, I never would have believed that you would look well as a woman; but come into the bedroom where you can see for yourself."

I followed her, and seeing myself, gasped with astonishment. I looked so much like a younger sister of Aunt that it was amazing. She had arranged the hair in a soft knot, or roll, extending from ear-to-ear across the back of my neck--the same way she wore her s-- and we were dressed similarly, that is, white frilly blouses and tailored walking skirts; but the resemblance did not end there, our features were much alike and with the hair softly framing my face I lost all appearance of masculinity--becoming almost as pretty as she.

The actor in me thrilled to think that I could look feminine and pretty, instead of ludicrous, in her clothes. Aunt had been watching me all the time I stood in front of the mirror, and when I finally turned to her, she said, "You know Davy, I think I'll adopt you for a daughter, and make you dress as a girl all the time. You're too small and frail to look like much of a man, and you look so well in dresses that I'm sure nature intended you to be a girl." This remark hurt, for my lack of size was a sore point; but before I could reply Aunt sensed this and changed the subject by exclaim- ing, "Goodness! It's almost supper time. Your Mother should be here any minute." The thought of having Mother see me as a girl was very embarrassing, so I told Aunt that I had better change be- fore she arrived. "Alright", she said, "But first let's go down and let Martha see you. I hesitated--then realizing that Martha would hear of my masquerade--I followed her down.

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Martha was setting the table, and when she first saw me a look of surprise crossed her face, for she didn't realize who I was. Then she recognized me and burst into laughter, "Why it's Davy,' she exclaimed to Aunt, "Dressed in your clothes."

"Yes", said Aunt, "Don't you think he looks nice?"

"Martha came around the table--looked me up and down--then

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