Phyllis became quite a dashing young man and barring smoking a pipe which proved to be beyond her, gave such an impersonation, that she was never in any danger of detection.

Once home again, her brain began to be active. What was sauce for the goose should, she felt, be sauce for the gander, and the next thing was a suggestion that Philip have a shot at being a girl and see how he got on. A little doubtful at first, Philip, in common fairness had to try. This was much more difficult to the uninitiat- ed. Women's clothes are hard to wear and harder still to carry off. The art of making up had to be mastered. A wig proved necessary to soften the contours of his face, which meant that Phyllis with her Eton crop had to have one too. Artificial eyelashes, fixed one by one, improved him, so much so that Phyllis was again forced to fol- low suit. He refused to have his eyebrows plucked; but a compromise was reached and they were distinctly tidied up and Phyllis exagger- ated hers to keep the similarity.

As far as deportment went, it took some time for him to appear a perfect lady. High heels and a wellcut but narrow skirt soon shortened his stride; but Phyllis spent hours in teaching him to sit down and rise from chairs and sofas, to powder his nose and apply lipstick and to give those deft touches to this or that in front of a mirror. Eventually she promised his impersonation to be good eno- ugh.

They have now settled down to a rather remarkable amusement. Both of them are equally at home, either as boy or girl, for weeks they may live both as boys or girls. Phyllis to be the boy and Phil- ip the girl, so that when one thinks that no deception is taking place in reality everything is completely upside down.

The other day I called and was greeted by a ravishing figure in formal afternoon clothes. My hostess greeted me charmingly; but knowing the twins, I was on my guard. This was Philip at his best, or worst, or wasn't it Phyllis herself? As I watched narrowly, I thought I detected a shade of huskiness in her voice and clumsiness in her movements. When she started to improve with puff and lip- stick on an already complexion, I felt that these feminine touches were a little untrue, apart from a little superfluous. When she sat down again, her skirt caught up in such a way as to disclose, until she remedied matters, a somewhat unladylike glimpse of silk stock- inged leg and a charming garter. When I was sure, I said-"Well Philip, I was almost fooled this time. You certainly are a marvel.

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