Phyllis sat in a big chair and Janet perched on the arm of her chair.
“They haven’t any right to be twins,” Daphne’s drawl held a note of decision, “and they really don’t look alike either.”
“They’re perfectly horrid,” Janet replied vehemently.
“I wish they’d leave Hilltop,” Phyllis added.
Sally said nothing for the moment, but she looked very wise.
“A penny for your thoughts, Sally,” Phyllis offered.
Sally came back from her dreaming with a little start.
“I was only wondering what they’d be like in six months,” she said slowly.
“Horrid,” said Janet without a moment’s hesitation.
Sally smiled. “That’s how little you know of Hilltop,” she said.