One morning the twins foregathered in the parlor. The hour of temptation, as is always the case, found all things well ordered for the success of evil.
"Everybody's gone," whispered Suzanne. "There ain't nobody here at all."
"Only Bill," said Arabella, looking at the parrot, which regarded them with a badly bored aspect. "I wonder if he'd tell?"
"Oh, dang it all!" remarked Bill; "I'm tired!"
"He's awful," remarked Arabella. "He swears. Folks that swears goes to the bad place. Besides, Bill wouldn't tell, would you, Bill?"
"He'll go to sleep," said Suzanne. "Besides, we ain't goin' to bite off only just a little bit of a bite! Nobody'll never notice it."
Twofold Eve edged up to the centre table. "You first," said Arabella.
"No, you."
"You first," insisted Arabella. "I'm afraid. Bill, he's lookin'."
"I ain't afraid," Suzanne asserted boldly, and stretched out her hand.