Autumn Reunion

Her long, shapely legs were encased in sheer nylon stockings and she wore navy high-heeled shoes.

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When she told him that she would like him to play the part of Rosalind in the forthcoming production, there was no show of reluctance, no questioning. He seemed to regard it as the most obvious and proper role for him. She had never known such a reaction from any boy before in the like circumstances.

He was quick to learn his lines, he seemed to be even quicker in understanding the demands of his role. She had never before seen a boy get so quickly into the mind and the character of a girl. It was uncanny. She found she had little to teach him about deportment. In character he moved and walked like a girl although out of character there was nothing in his manner to suggest effeminacy.

Garments

When it came to the dress rehearsal and he donned female garments for the first time, she could have easily mistaken him for a girl, and, surprisingly, when he was called upon to wear boy's clothes again as part of Rosalind's travesty in the play, he seemed to be just that: a girl in boy's clothing.

"Do you not know I am a woman? When I think, I must speak. Sweet, say on."

She could hear him now saying those lines as naturally as if he were indeed Rosalind herself. And when adjured to be good of heart and counterfeit to be a man, "so I do: but i'faith I should have been a woman by right.", the double ambiguity which would have been apparent to the Elizabethan playgoer was as lacking when he played the part as it would be to a modern playgoer seeing a female in the part.

She remembered in particular one little incident which had surprised her at the time. It was the first performance of the three scheduled for parents at the school. A small army of women teachers and male teachers' wives were assisting the boys into their costumes and with the stage make-up. She hereself went to help 'Rosalind' with his make-up for the part.

Lipstick

To her surprise she saw him before the mirror applying his own make-up with professional skill and competence. After dusting powder powder over the foundation cream designed to give a natural appearance under the powerful stage lamps hired for the occasion, she watched him expertly wielding the lipstick and admiring himself in the mirror.

He had already taken on the persona of the heroine and he walked gracefully, head held high, to the stage door to await his entrance alongside his companion, another boy playing the part of Celia. The contrast between the two was remarkable.

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