They are clean one minute--_voila_!
like little Arabs the next! What would you have?" and she threw herself
into a tragic gesture, in imitation of the imported French maid, at which
her chums laughed.
"Have you a kiss for me, Paul?" demanded Grace, of the little fellow,
when she had replaced his sister on the walk.
"Dot any tandy?" came the diplomatic inquiry.
"Listen to the mercenary little wretch!" cried his older sister. "Paul,
_ma cherie_, where are your manners?"
"Has oo dot any tandy?" came in inflexible accents.
"I might find--just a morsel--if you'd kiss me first," stipulated Grace.
"Tandy fust," was the imperturbable retort. "I like tandy--Dodo like
tandy--we bofe like tandy!"
"The sum total of childish happiness!" laughed Betty "Do, Grace, if you
have any left, relieve this suspense."
Some candy was forthcoming, and then, with more of it spread on
their faces than had entered their chubby mouths, the twins toddled
off content.
"Girls, what do you say to a little row on the river?" asked Mollie, when
they had been refreshed by cakes and tea. "My boat will hold us all, and
we can float down and talk of our coming trip."
"Float down--and--_row_ back," remarked Grace, with emphasis.
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