"Let's stop and see Akbar," Phyllis suggested.
"I knew you'd say that," Janet laughed. "What makes you so fond of that animal."
"Oh, I don't know; he always makes me want to do something with my hands."
"Paint?"
"No, I don't think so."
"Mold, perhaps?" Janet asked the question idly, but Phyllis spun around and stopped as she heard it.
"That's it!" she cried excitedly. "I want to mold him. I never realized it until this minute. Come on, let's hurry home. There's some putty in the cellar and I'm going to try."
Janet, used to her twin's sudden whims, followed in amused silence.
When they reached home they found a letter from Sally awaiting them.
"Oh, read it quick!" Phyllis exclaimed. "No, wait a minute. Let's go up to the snuggery and get comfy." She went off to find some putty and joined Janet a few minutes later.