Anyway, we were on the train for Boston, and maybe Mother figured we were planning something, but we weren't at least I wasn't. It wasn't too long before Ellen had another of her ideas, tho.

"Hey, stupid. Do you want to play a joke on Grandma?” “What?” "Oh, you know let's trade again and see how long before she finds out. She hasn't seen us in ages, come on!"

Well, I didn't know, because if Mother found out, she would be as mad as anything, but like I said, Ellen is always pretty much the leader and so we locked the door and we traded clothes, right down to the underwear. We even traded seats. And we rode all the way to Boston like that. Except that we had to stop in Philadelphia for an hour while they changed engines or something and Ellen told me to wait for her and she ran out of the train. I was pretty worried and when the porter put his head in the door and smiled and asked "Where's your brother, little miss?," I felt like crying. But pretty soon Ellen came back. Only she didn't look like Ellen anymore. She had gone to a barber shop in the terminal and gotten herself a real short haircut. "You're gonna get in trouble!" I told her. I knew how mad Mother would be—and Grand- ma too. But Ellen didn't seem worried. "That's why I got it,"she said. "This way, nobody will ever think that we've traded places."

And they didn't either. When we got to Boston, Grandma was there with her big car and a driver with a uniform hat on and she took us to her house. And it was really funny, because she didn't give Ellen a lot of attention, only me.

It went on like that for a while. As soon as she'd eaten in the morn- ing, Ellen would run outside, while Grandma would keep me with her. Sometimes, we'd leave Ellen with the chauffeur and Grandma and I would go to funny little parties with some other old ladies or we'd go shopping or something. It was kind of nice for a while and I really felt sorry for Ellen because Grandma was playing favorites-anybody could see that! But Ellen didn't mind; she'd found an old bicycle and she was running all over on it. One thing made me mad though--that was when we went to the beach and Ellen ran around in just trunks and I had to wear a silly bathing suit with a top on it that was always pull- ing up or down or sideways. Once I took it off and Grandma was so mad I thought she was going to turn blue. She gave me a real long lecture on what young ladies were expected to do and wear in public and I was so mad I nearly told her everything, except I didn't because I was afraid she'd be even madder.

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