"There is hardly any left," said James.
All this time they were talking, George had been stuffing his brother and himself with the sugar.
Just then their Mother opened the door. She had opened it softly, and the little boys had not heard her. When she saw them so busy—with their round faces stuck all over with crumbs of sugar, and George sitting on the table, dealing it out so fairly—she could not keep from laughing.
The twins heard her laugh, so they laughed too; and George cried out—"Mother, this sugar is nice—I like it."
"And so do I," said James.
Their Mother lifted George from the table, and told them they must not do so again, for so much sugar would make them sick. She washed their faces, and sent them to play in the garden. There was a fine large garden at the back of the house, where they could play without danger.
Three years after this, the twins were sent to school, where they soon became great favorites, because they were amiable, and good, and always willing to do as they were told. They looked so exactly alike, and were dressed so exactly alike, that often very funny mistakes were made. I will tell you something that happened, that was not funny, but it will show you how hard it was to tell which was George, and which was James.
One day, the teacher gave the twins a spelling lesson, and told them that they must know it perfectly that morning.
Now George, for the first time, was naughty, and instead of learning the lesson, he was making elephants and giraffes on his slate; but James studied his lesson, and soon knew it. Presently the teacher said, "James, do you know your lesson?"
"Yes, sir," said James. He went up to the desk and said it very well.