Irene was knitting a pretty blue scarf. One morning she laid it on the couch while she went to talk to a little friend. Suddenly she heard a noise. Scamper, scamper! Pitter, patter!
When she came in the twins were playing with her ball of blue wool. And part of the scarf was unraveled and wound around Puff’s neck.
After she unwound the wool, she locked them both in the cellar. She thought that would be a dreadful punishment! But they had a GRAND TIME! They chased a little mouse that had left his home in the wall because he didn’t think! Fluff caught him in the coal bin.
When Irene brought them upstairs, Fluff was as black as Puff. They had to have another bath!
“Dear!” sighed Irene, “Twins are such trouble!”
The very next day, when she was writing a letter to her grandma, Puff jumped on her lap and spilled the ink! And while she was fetching a cloth to wipe it up, Fluff tumbled the waste-paper basket all over the floor!
That day she locked them in the kitchen. But they got into more trouble than ever. They smelled fish!