“Over there smashing baggage,” said Ware, pointing down the platform. “He’s delivering trunks round town.”
“I’ll take him your order,” said a Peck.
“I’ll take it myself, thank you,” answered Wolcott, scanning the two sunburned faces. “You’ve grown different during the summer. I can tell you apart now.”
“Well, which is which?” demanded Durand.
“That’s Donald. He’s the one that has the mole on his back,” Wolcott replied promptly, pointing to the twin who had spoken.
The Pecks chuckled. Durand hooted: “Wrong! And they’ve both grown moles by this time, I’ll bet my hat!”
“How’d the exams go?” asked Ware, coming to Wolcott’s aid.
“Fine. I got eighteen points, a lot better than I expected. How were yours?”
“Fair,” replied Ware.
“Four honors, that means,” put in Durand.