His wrists projected far from the gingham sleeves, and in truth he looked little enough like a girl.

The girl looked much more like a boy.

The further price of his shame was paid in full.
"I'd better take charge of it," said Merle, and did so with an air of large benevolence.

"I just don't know what all we'll spend it for," he added.
The Wilbur twin's look of anguish deepened.
"I got a pocket in this dress to hold my money," he suggested.
"You might lose it," objected Merle.

"I better keep it for us." The girl had transferred her remaining money to the pockets which, as a boy, she now possessed.