"
"I couldn't find my chocolates," said Grace, as she strolled
gracefully up, making the most of her slender figure. "I just know
Will took them. Isn't he horrid!"
"Never mind, did you bring the talcum?" asked Amy. "We can sprinkle it
on green apples and pretend it's fruit juice."
"Don't you dare suggest such a thing when my little twins come along,
as they're sure to do, sooner or later," spoke Mollie, referring to
her brother and sister-- Paul and Dora-- or more often "Dodo," aged
four.
They were "regular tykes," whatever that is. Mollie said so, and she
ought to know. "If you gave them that idea," she went on, "we'd have
them both in the hospital. However, they're not likely to come
to-day."
"Why not?" asked Betty, for the twins had a habit of appearing most
unexpectedly, and in the most out-of-the-way places.
"They're over at Aunt Kittie's for the day, and I told mamma I
shouldn't mind if she kept them a week."
"Oh, the dears!" murmured Amy.
"You wouldn't say so if you saw how they upset my room yesterday. I
like a little peace and quietness," exclaimed Mollie. "I love Paul and
Dodo, but-- and she shrugged her shoulders effectively, as only the
French can.
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