"Yes, you can never guess what, either!" echoed Jess, winding one of Margaret's dark curls around her finger.
"Oh, tell me—quick!" The child's big, beautiful gray eyes fairly sparkled with eagerness, and a faint flush tinted her delicate face. "Is it that queer girl you told me about, who only came into the class a few days ago?"
"That's the one,—but let's get our things off first and see if Sarah made any cookies to-day. We're starving!"
A huge woman who had been moving about the room lighting gas-jets, pulling down shades, and straightening the furniture, now broke into the conversation: "Ye kin save yerselves the trouble! I ain't made no cookies this day—an' me wid all that wash! What d' ye think I be?"
"Go 'long, Sarah!" laughed Bess. "You know there's probably a whole jarful in the pantry, and we don't care whether you made them to-day or a week ago. They're always dandy!"
Sarah gave a chuckle that shook her huge frame, and tucked a light shawl lovingly about the knees of the girl in the chair.
"Ye'll have a hard time findin' any!" she warned, as the two ran off. "Won't they, Margie, macushla?"
In five minutes the twins were back, each with a massive chunk of chocolate layer-cake in her hand and a mouth full of the same.