I never saw that before.

Wonder what's in it," said Marjorie, pausing before a big cedar chest.
"Is it locked ?" said King, and lifting the lid he discovered it wasn't.
But it was filled to the brim with old-fashioned garments of queer old Quaker cut.
"Wouldn't it be fun to dress up in these," cried King.
"Yes," assented Marjorie, "but I'm not going to do it, until we ask Grandma.

I've had enough mischief for one day." So King ran downstairs and asked Grandma, and soon came running back.
"She says we may," he announced briefly, "so let's choose our rigs." They lifted out the quaint, old-fashioned clothes, and found there were both men's and women's garments among them.
"Where do you suppose they came from ?" asked Marjorie.
"Grandma said some old relative in Philadelphia sent her the chest, some time ago, but she's never opened it." They tried on various costumes, and pranced around the attic, pretending they were ladies and gentlemen of bygone days.
Finally King tried on a woman's dress.

It just fitted him, and when he added a silk Shaker bonnet and a little shoulder shawl, the effect was so funny that Marjorie screamed with laughter.
"All you want," she said, "is some false hair in the front of that bonnet, and you'll be a perfect little old lady." Then Marjorie ran down to Grandma, and asked her for some of her false puffs, and getting them, flew back to the attic again, and deftly pinned them inside of King's bonnet, transforming him into a sweet-faced Quaker lady.
Then Marjorie arrayed herself as another Quaker lady, drawing her hair down in smooth bands over her ears, which greatly changed the expression of her face, and made her look much older.

Each carried an old-fashioned silk reticule, and together they went downstairs.