"We knew it last night, and it worried us," said Anna-Rose. "Then we went to sleep and it didn't worry us. And this morning it still doesn't."
"No," said Mr. Twist dryly. "You don't look particularly worried, I must say."
"No," said Anna-Felicitas, "we're not. People who find they've got to heaven aren't usually worried, are they."
"And having got to heaven," said Anna-Rose, "we've thought of a plan to enable us to stay in it."
"Oh have you," said Mr. Twist, pricking up his ears.
"The plan seemed to think of us rather than we of it," explained Anna-Felicitas. "It came and inserted itself, as it were, into our minds while we were dressing."
"Well, I've thought of a plan too," said Mr. Twist firmly, feeling sure that the twins' plan would be the sort that ought to be instantly nipped in the bud.
He was therefore greatly astonished when Anna-Rose said, "Have you? Is it about schools?"
He stared at her in silence. "Yes," he then said slowly, for he was very much surprised. "It is."
"So is ours," said Anna-Rose.