Shirley held out her hand.
“I know you now,” she said. “At first I didn’t associate you with the Mr. Wolfe of whom father speaks so often, his old college friend.”
“I am the son of his old friend,” said Mr. Wolfe.
“You will be very welcome,” said Shirley.
She introduced him to Mabel, who had been much interested in their talk.
Mr. Wolfe said after a few minutes, “I knew, of course, that Mr. Willing had a daughter, but I had never heard of twins.”
“Twins!” repeated Shirley.
“Yes; this troublesome brother of yours.”
“I—we—he,” she stammered.