"I wasn't interrupting," Janet protested.
Miss Baxter looked from one to the other of them and realized very slowly and very painfully that she had made a mistake.
"Go back to your seats," she said scornfully. "The matter is too trivial to discuss."
The twins did not smile; they merely walked backed to their seats and went on studying.
The bell rang not many minutes later.
"My Aunt Jane's poll parrot, was there ever such a scream. My sides ache." Sally hugged Janet in the excess of her delight.
"Look out for rocks ahead," Eleanor warned. "Old Ducky Lucky doesn't like to be laughed at."
"Bless you," Phyllis protested; "we didn't laugh at her, did we, Jan?"
"Certainly not. I'd never do anything so disrespectful," Janet replied. "We merely answered when we were spoken to."
"While Ducky Lucky thought you were answering for each other,"—Sally chuckled. "Oh, why didn't somebody give me a twin. I never realized the thrilling possibilities until now."