. The Saturday evening post. Get your pants and waistoff and Ill help button this thing on you. It was characteristic of their relationsthat there was no thought of Merles beingthe victim of this barter. The Wilbur twindid not suggest it, but he protested mis-erably. I dont want to wear a girls clothes. Silly! said the girl. Its for yourown good. You only put it on for a minute, andsneak home quick, reminded his brother,and look at all the money well have!Here, show him again all that money wellhave! And the girl did even so, holding up tohim riches beyond the dreams of was bitte
. The Saturday evening post. Get your pants and waistoff and Ill help button this thing on you. It was characteristic of their relationsthat there was no thought of Merles beingthe victim of this barter. The Wilbur twindid not suggest it, but he protested mis-erably. I dont want to wear a girls clothes. Silly! said the girl. Its for yourown good. You only put it on for a minute, andsneak home quick, reminded his brother,and look at all the money well have!Here, show him again all that money wellhave! And the girl did even so, holding up tohim riches beyond the dreams of was bitterness in the eyes of theWilbur twin, even as they gloated on thebribe. The ordeal would be fearful. Hewas to become a thing—not a girl and stillnot a boy—a thing somehow shameful. Atlast the alternative came to him. You change with her, he said, bright-ening. My pants got a tear here on theside, and my waist aint so clean as yours. Now dont begin that! said hisbrother firmly. We dont want a lot of SurenessandSpeedDrillin. YANKEI WHli
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