"Don't count on it," Rosamond called over her shoulder as she went back to her desk. "Ducky Lucky never forgets."
But mathematics class was uneventful. Miss Baxter ignored the twins, much to their delight, for they did not have to answer a single question.
"Sally, you're coming home with us this afternoon, aren't you?" Janet called as the bell rang.
"Yes; can you wait a half a shake?" Sally replied. "I have to take a paper over to Miss Simmons, but I'll meet you on the steps."
"Snow!"—Phyllis laughed as she and Janet waited for her a few minutes later—"what a lot you were responsible for to-day. Jan, whatever possessed you to say that out loud?"
Janet shrugged her shoulders. "I don't know; I suppose I was just thinking out loud. I was awfully thrilled when I saw it anyway."
"Well, I may be your twin," Phyllis mused, "but I don't pretend to understand you. We did have fun with Ducky Lucky, though, didn't we?"
"Yes, but she could have gotten beautifully even with us if she had wanted to,"—Janet laughed.
"How?" Phyllis inquired, but Sally's appearance cut short the conversation before Janet had a chance to explain.
They walked home through the park, and Phyllis insisted upon going in to see Akbar. As they entered the lion house, a small body thrust itself upon her and shouted gleefully: