"The point is," Willard said in low tones, "you are going to have to have proper clothes to look natural on the street. See if that dress will fit you." Maria took the thing distastefully, but it looked to be about the right length when she held it up against her. The Greenie woman nodded. She added a sort of full-length flannel slip and a petticoat to the dress. "Now I know why the Greenie women look so grim," said Maria. "It would be almost worth dying to stay out of such a rig." "Hold your tongue!" said Willard. Maria made a face. "Present company excepted, of course!" she added. "Change!" ordered Willard. "We have no time to waste." He took the mirror and the small case to a rude table under one of the windows. He opened the box so that Maria caught a glimpse of the contents, which looked like an actor's make-up kit. The Greenie woman joggled Maria's elbow and spoke for the first time. "I must not be long, or it will be noticed," she hinted. "Give her your clothes to burn and get into the others," said Willard, bending over the table with his back to her. "As soon as I get myself fixed here, I'll change your face too." Maria looked about in a manner to suggest that she hoped they knew what they were doing. The Greenie woman waited. Maria reached up and began to unbutton her blouse. She dropped it across her bag. The woman picked both of them up, and waited. She looked a trifle shocked at the sight of the thin slip when Maria unzipped her skirt and hauled it over her head. By the time the slip followed, she was standing with downcast eyes. Maria eyed the broad back in the drab uniform as she unfastened her brassiere. This would make a good story someday, but to tell it in the wrong company might be to invite catty remarks about her attractiveness. She could think of other men who might not have kept their backs so rigidly turned as did Willard. It was almost provocative. She slipped down the brief panties, stepped out of them, and handed them over. The Greenie woman pointed silently to the shoes. Marie kicked them off, and they were added to the pile. She hoped that whatever was in the chest for footwear would not be too hard to walk in. The Greenie woman thrust the flannel atrocity at her and left the room hastily. Maria watched the door close softly, then held the garment out at arm's length. It did not look any better. She took a few steps toward Willard. _I'll bet I could make him faint dead away_, she thought mischievously. _I'd love to see the look on his face if ... well, why not? I will!_ "She's gone," she announced in a low voice. "How do I get into this thing?" Willard looked around, and the look was nothing she had ever seen before. His face appeared fuller in the cheeks, his eyebrows were black and heavy, his nose high at the bridge, and his whole complexion was darker. He nodded at her gasp.