“If we are going to make those sandwiches,” began Dot Mead, “we’d better go, too.”
“Righto!” agreed her twin in name, and together they started for the kitchen.
“And now what are you going to do with me, Ruler of the Universe?” inquired Connie.
Lois looked at her for a minute and then replied:
“I think you and Angela might go out and cut sticks to broil the bacon on.”
“Cut their fingers off, you mean. Certainly not,” exploded Betty. “They may find the sticks, but I will do the whittling.”
And taking Connie and Angela each by an arm, Betty escorted them out of the room.
When Lois and Polly were left alone, they hugged each other joyously.
“And now for the express-room,” Polly whispered mysteriously.
At five o’clock the big farm wagon, filled with hay and drawn by two big gray horses, was waiting in the driveway under the Bridge of Sighs.