“The boys are here!” she announced. “Wake up, Marj!”
Marjorie sat up and rubbed the sleep from her eyes.
“Don’t say boys,” she cautioned. “I’ve got to accustom my mind to the fact that they are girls—for tonight.”
“But John is dressed as a boy!” laughed Daisy.
“Oh, of course he is! I forgot! But how about Jack?”
“He’s too funny for words! He’s down stairs in the living-room smoking a cigarette and practicing walking like a girl. He has an idea he has to make his skirt switch, like the flappers.”
“Does he look like a girl?”
“He’s perfect! He has on Ethel’s uniform, and it fits beautifully. Ethel does have broad shoulders, you know; and they are both about the same height. It’s lucky you thought to have him wear the uniform; the fullness of the middy hides his form.”
Marjorie was dressing while she listened to Daisy’s description. When she reached for her pumps, she stopped short in dismay.
“What about his feet?”