The pair looked at each other. At length Peter began with a serious face and unwonted formality of tone—
"Es Mr. Fogo wi'in?"
"Why, iss," Caleb allowed, "he's inside."
"We was a-wishin' to request o' the pleasure"—here Peter looked at Paul, who nodded—"the pleasure o' an interval o' five minnits."
"Interview," corrected Paul.
"I misdoubts," answered his brother, "that you are wrong, Paul. I remember the expresshun 'pon the programme o' a Sleight o' Hand Entertainment, an' there et said 'Interval'—'An Interval o' Five Minnits.'"
"Ef that's so," broke in Caleb from above with fine irony, "p'raps you wudn' mind handin' up your visitin' cards an' doin' the thing proper. At present maaster's busy."
"Busy?"
"Iss. A-makin' proposals o' marriage—which es a serious thing, an' not to be interrupted."
The Twins set down the basket and stared at each other. Paul was the first to recover.