Janet folded up the letter and laughed softly.
"Sounds wonderful, doesn't it?"
Phyllis stop trying to produce Akbar's image in putty long enough to reply.
"I should say it does. No study hours! What bliss! Auntie Mogs simply has to let us go!" she exclaimed. "And what is better still, no Ducky Lucky! I wish I knew if our papers were corrected or not."
She would have been more than surprised had she known what was going on at that very moment.
Miss Baxter was busy correcting papers. She finished Janet's and marked it with a big red B; then the fates stepped in. Miss Baxter was called to the telephone. When she returned to her desk the paper next for correction happened to be Phyllis's. Miss Baxter saw the name and frowned; she always frowned when she thought of the twins.
"Funny," she said to herself. "I thought I corrected this paper. So I did and I decided to give it a B. The telephone confused me."
With her usual precision she marked a B on the right-hand corner of the paper and pushed it from her.
Phyllis gazed at it the next morning in joyful surprise. Had she been any one but Phyllis she would have at least glanced at her mistakes, but being Phyllis, she accepted her good luck with joy and threw the paper into the waste-paper basket. Not seeing Miss Baxter's mistake, she could not draw her attention to it.
So the Page twins tricked Miss Baxter once again, and the joke was no less amusing because of their ignorance.