“And we should have to manage everything?” said Pauline.
“Everything domestic. Come, you agree?”
“But suppose,” interpolated Rosie—“suppose we—you—we didn’t suit you?”
What she meant was “Suppose you didn’t suit us?”
“Come a month on trial,” said Ilam. “At the end of that time, if you want to leave, I’ll guarantee you a situation quite as good as you’re leaving. I can’t say fairer than that, can I?”
There was a pause; the twins looked at each other.
“Just think how I’m fixed!” pleaded Ilam.
“What do you say, Rosie?” Pauline asked primly of her sister.
“Well,” answered Rosie, “as cousin is in such a dilemma, and poor Mrs. Ilam so—so ill, perhaps——”
“Good!” exclaimed Ilam; “you agree. Good! I’m very much obliged to you. You’re two really nice girls, and I can assure you you’ll have a free hand here.”