“What are the babies called?”
Marilla repeated their names.
“That’s funny—they’re so much alike.”
“Well—they’re twins,” said another.
Then the babies thought it was time they joined in the conversation, and a funny mess they made of it. Pansy said—
“Ont to dit down.”
“No, you can’t,” answered Marilla. “Their mother said I must never take them out.”
They happened to be strapped in very securely. But Pansy made a great fuss and gesticulated furiously with her little fists.
“I had better go on,” said Marilla.
“It’s awfully funny. Does she often get in such a tantrum?”