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It was the noisiest, rowdiest award ceremony there ever had been at St. Mark’s. Donald was last onto the stage, the microphone picking up every jingle of his bells, every rustle of his panties. His mittens prevented him receiving the cheque himself, but Alice accompanied him and did the honours. He stammered his thanks to Madeline Lockett, and she thoughtfully apprised the audience of the news that he had generously agreed to stay as Baby Donald for the next school week, information received with screams and whoops of approval. When he took his place on the top of the rostrum, very red-faced but also quite proud, the hall erupted in applause. But we had a double celebration, because Douglas was chosen as the best boy-girl. His elation was unalloyed.
Donald carried off that week with great aplomb. It was made easier for him by the fact he became immensely popular with all the girls, who were continually petting and cuddling him and wanting to come home with him. Which he allowed. It was a watershed in his development. He was a changed character. And he never quite relinquished his baby persona. He stowed his costume away carefully in his bottom drawer, and every now and then would shyly ask if he could add another item or two. I think at first he may have felt a little embarrassed with his sister, because he would more often come to me with his baby problems. And since that time, whenever he’s had a bad day, or sometimes when he’s feeling especially happy, he will dress up in his baby costume and ask me to cuddle and feed him. He likes best of all to be cuddled to sleep, with his pacifier in his mouth. I like it too, I don’t know why. It makes me feel grown-up and protective.
As to my brother, the week following the party he joined the dance class, and thus had the privilege of watching Donald’s attackers make fools of themselves for a month, before they had served out their time. He is very fastidious about his costumes, of which he now has half a dozen, and has started experimenting with girls’ clothes generally, and taking an interest in makeup. He has a whole bunch of girlfriends, and sometimes it’s quite annoying for us having them around, giggling and chattering. Alice and I have come to the realisation that we are the most grown-up of the lot of them. We play with our dolls very seriously, and our best times are when we two are in one house, and all the rest of them are in another. But on the whole we’re grateful that our two brothers are no longer the unpleasant, rude little yobs they used to be.