The Wilbur twin did not suggest it, but he protested miserably.
"I don't want to wear a girl's clothes." "Silly!" said the girl.

"It's for your own good." "You only put it on for a minute, and sneak home quick," reminded his brother, "and look at all the money we'll have! Here, show him again all that money we'll have!" And the girl did even so, holding up to him riches beyond the dreams of avarice.

There was bitterness in the eyes of the Wilbur twin even as they gloated on the bribe.

The ordeal would be fearful.

He was to become a thing--not a girl and still not a boy--a thing somehow shameful.