"A quarter," she faltered.
"Well, we'll go shares," said Lark generously. "We'll pay a dime apiece. It may not take that much. But if Prudence makes us pay for the oysters, you'll have to pay a third. Will you do that?"
"Yes, indeed." Connie was relieved. She did not always get off so easily!
"Twins! You must hurry!" This was Prudence at the bottom of the stairs. And the twins set off quite hurriedly. Their first tall was at the meat market.
"A pint of oysters," said Lark briefly.
When he brought them to her, she smelled them suspiciously. Then Carol smelled.
"Are these rotten oysters?" she demanded hopefully.
"No," he answered, laughing. "Certainly not."
"Have you got any rotten ones?"
"No, we don't keep that kind." He was still laughing.