me."

"Oh gosh no Aunt!" I exclaimed, "Someone would be sure to see At that they both hooted--saying that it was impossible that I should have any trouble.

As I hesitated Aunt said, "Wait a minute Agnes, I know what we'll do," and with that she turned and ran upstairs.

While she was gone I said to Mother, "You and Aunt must be What would people say if they saw me this way?"

crazy.

"Nonsense Davy!" She replied, "No one could possibly recognize you that way, and even if they did they would probably think you were smart, for you look much better as a girl." I was astonished, for here was Mother actually approving of my unethical costume; but before I could say more Aunt came down--her arms laden.

"Here Davy try this on", she said, holding up a coat for me. I obediently slipped my arms into it and found I was wearing a short blue jacket--that matched my skirt. It buttoned tightly down the front, completely covering all but the ruffled lace collar of the blouse. Then she took a blue feather-trimmed hat, secured it to my head with two long hatpins, and handing me a blue purse and blue suede gloves said, "There now Davy! You're properly dressed for the street, you can return the clothes tomorrow. While Aunt was fixing me Mother had gotten her coat and hat, and before I knew what was happening they fairly pushed me out the door.

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I stood on the front steps in a positive fright-as I look back on it there was nothing to fear for my disguise was practically undetectable, but we are not always logical-and if Aunt hadn't slammed the door with a sound of finality I'm sure I would have run back into the house. Mother who had started down the walk now turned and called to me-with retreat cut off there was nothing to do but follow her. As soon as I caught up she said, "Put your gloves on Davy. No lady ever goes out at night without them." They were quite new and tight so we had walked the length of the block before I had them on, and by then I was over the worst of my fright and beginning to enjoy the novelty of my walking attire. My high heels were strange so I had to be careful not to turn my ankle, and the feel of the long heavy skirt about my legs, was of course, utterly foreign, but not unpleasant; however the tightness of the corset forced me to go slowly, for after walking a few blocks I got a stitch in my side. Several times Mother cautioned me against swinging my arms too vigorously; but twice she did com-

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