broad corridor. His delighted laughter followed hers.

I returned to the dainty heap of girl's clothing on the arm-chair. As I had seen my cousins do, I pick- ed the dresses up one by one and held them before me as I stood in front of the mirror. "Golly!" I cried un- believingly, over and over again. "Golly'. adding at length: "Pat, your mother must be one of the most won- derful, most understanding, most generous people in the whole world!"

"Of course she is. Everyone knows that. Now you'd better go and have that bath, and when you come back I'll help you dress. I'm quite a good lady's maid'.'

When I returned from the bathroom I was startled to discover a pretty little ballerina in a white tutu and satin ballet-shoes. "Come on in, said Pat, en- joying my astonishment. "I just thought I'd show you how you'll look when you learn ballet." She pirouette d prettily. "Now let me help you with your clothes. See I've laid them all out on the bed for you." On the bed were the white party dress with its flared, filmy skirt, its several frilly white petties, matching panties, with white socks and blue shoes. There was a large satin sash of the same blue, and, in a blond wig which mat- ched my own hair, another blue ribbon already tied in a pretty bow.

I felt so feminine at the sight at these lovely things that I cried: "Oh, Pat, you are a dear! I'm going to love having you here with me!" and almost before I knew what had happened I had given my new dancing-girl-friend a kiss on her blushing cheek. Then I wriggled into my clothes, which fitted perfectly. Pat tied the sash in a big blue bow at the back, and care- fully adjusted the wig. Then we both stood in front of the mirror, hand in hand, and admired ourselves.

"My! breathed Pat. "Don't we look nice! I'm so glad I've found you, and you've found me!" We put our arms aroundone another's shoulders and gave each other a good hug, just like any two happy little girls.

The door opened, and in walked Father, and