It was easy to creep unseen into the little play-shed I where all the twins’ toys, bicycles, balls, bats, and outing garments were kept; it was also easy to slip into her little tweed knickers, so like Joe’s, into her brother’s red sweater, red stockings, and small, scuffed ball shoes.
With the red cap and visor pulled over her eyes, no one would have dreamed that it was not Joe who stepped jauntily into the ball park just before the game was called. Least of all did the team suspect. They had a yell for each of their players. When they saw Josie, they stamped their feet and chanted: