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stepped into the dainty thing as quickly as possible, and with a thrill drew it over my body. Next, the corset, it too was new and lovely--made of flesh colored satin and trimmed with rosettes of blue ribbon. The bloomers matched the chemise, and the petticoat- made of heavy white silk with lace trimming-had ruffles around the bottom where it would occasionally show beneath my skirts. These, and the sheer hose were also the new ones. When I had the lingerie all on she gave me the dainty ruffled silk blouse we had purchased, and followed this with the skirt to the orange velvet suit we had made that week. At this, I again protested against wearing her new things; but I was quickly hushed and soon had the skirt on and was buttoning up the how reddish-brown shoes while she arranged my hair. When this was done she powdered my face, gave me two rings and a bracelet, and fastened a silver brooch into the ruffles at my throat I then got into the jacket, and Aunt placed the matching hat on my head--pinned it in place--and drew the veil over my face. Lastly she gave me the matching purse and gloves. Thrilled with these lovely new clothes, I thanked her, but added, "Aunt I love these clothes, but I shouldn't be wearing them. What if something should happen to them?"

"But Davy!

're yours."

You don't understand.

"Mine?" I gasped.

They're not my things, they-

"Why yes, Davy. Didn't you know that I got them as a present to you."

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"Oh Aunt! I explaimed, strangely thrilled, "Thank you ever 30 much. But what will I do with them? I'm through wearing dress- es this afternoon.

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"Oh don't worry Davy!" she replied with a most enigmatic smile, "I imagine that you will find some use for them."

I followed her downstairs where Mother was waiting. When she saw me she exclaimed at my smart appearance--and looking at myself I agreed with her. The suit, a lovely color and in the latest fash- ion, was very becoming, and I looked to be a smart and attractive young woman. I was justifiably thrilled, and doubly so when I thought that all the lovely things I wore were mine.

As we left the house I was nervous, but the by then pleasant feeling of the silken softness of my underthings, the tickling of

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