When May came out of her room wearing Gay's clothes they stared at each other an instant, then ran to the mirror and stood before it, side by side, and stared at their reflections there.
"Oh!" cried May, "I am not sure that I am I!"
"You are not you," Gay answered, "you are I, and I am you. I hear Jane coming! What do you suppose she'll say?"
"Dear, dear!" cried Jane, bustling into the room. "Don't stand there looking into the glass. Why won't you hurry? You should have been half through breakfast by this time. Why, how clean your hands and face are, Master Gay—and I declare, you've actually brushed your hair!"
Jane looked from one to the other in unfeigned amazement. May giggled, but neither spoke.
"I'm surprised," Jane began, giving May a reproving glance. "Your sash isn't straight, Miss May. Turn around."
The sash was somewhat awry, for Gay, unaccustomed to such fripperies, had tied it under his left shoulder blade. He turned round and Jane fixed it, then giving his borrowed skirt several twitches, she said: "Seems to me you don't look quite as well as usual, Miss May. If you get untidy while your ma's sick she'll feel awful bad. But run along, now, to breakfast."
The twins exchanged significant glances: Jane had not detected them, May was about to exonerate herself from the charge of untidiness when Gay whispered: "Don't tell till we've tried it on Thomas and Mary."
"But——" May commenced.