It was not long after they had returned to the ballroom until the twins found themselves in the center of a group of laughing girls.
“It would be a regular game,” Gladys Manners announced.
“What would?” Phyllis demanded.
“Guessing which was which,” Gladys told her.
“Oh, let’s try it,” half-a-dozen voices exclaimed.
They put the twins side by side, and then the girls took turns guessing. Between turns the twins would change places, or remain where they were.
“Oh, this is too much!” Prue exclaimed, after she had stared at them for a full minute. “I’m dizzy with looking from one to the other of you, but I’m blessed if I know which one I sat next to at dinner.”
“This is going to be too complicated. I vote that we do something about it.” Ann Lourie spoke with a Southern intonation, but it was different from Miss Hull’s speech and Poppy’s lazy drawl. She came from New Orleans, which accounted for the difference.
“What are you all doing?” Poppy, with her arm around Gwen’s broad shoulders, joined them.
“We’re playing a new game,” Gladys announced. “It’s called ‘Guessing the Twins.’”