“You might as well say that I might be jealous of Sally,” Janet chuckled.
“No,” Phyllis shook her head, “Jan and I couldn’t possibly be jealous. We’re twins, you see.”
The little phrase ended all argument and doubt as it always did. The girls realized with something of a start how close the bond between them was, and they felt a glow of pride around their hearts. Affection like this was worthy of a place at Hilltop, and could be pointed out with pride.
“My Aunt Jane’s Poll-parrot!” Sally exclaimed, jumping up. “Look at the time,” and she held out her wrist watch. “Ten minutes past five. If we’re going to meet Taffy we’d better hurry.”
They found sweaters and started off down the long avenue that lead to the gate.
Prue turned to Gladys and Ann.
“Are the twins elected?” she inquired.
“They are,” they replied. “To the very heart of Hilltop,” Ann added.
They sauntered back to their room.
“Look at my beautiful bed that a perfectly good Countess has slept in,” Gladys wailed, as she saw the contents of three drawers piled high on the blue and white counterpane.