He laughed aloud. "I hate to have you get a good licking to-morrow, too,—but you'll get it just the same, or I miss my guess."
When the twins arrived home, Fairy was just cutting the candy she had made. "It's delicious," she said to Prudence. "Here's a nice dishful for you and the girls.—Pitch in, twins, and help yourselves. It's very nice."
The twins waved her haughtily away. "No, thank you," they said. "We couldn't eat that candy with relish. We are unworthy."
"All right," Prudence put in quickly, as Fairy only laughed. "I'll put it in the cupboard, and Fairy and I will eat it to-morrow. It's perfectly fine,—simply delicious."
But the twins were not to be tempted. Before they went up-stairs, Lark inquired sarcastically:
"I suppose, Fairy, you'll don your best blue silk in honor of this event?"
"Oh, no," was the ready answer, "I'll just wear my little green muslin. It's old, but very nice and comfortable—just right for an evening at home."
"Yes," scoffed Carol, "and of course you are remembering that every one says it is the most becoming dress you have."
"Oh, yes," laughed Fairy, "I'm remembering that, all right."
Then the twins went up-stairs, but not to their own room at once. Instead they slipped noiselessly into the front bedroom, and a little later Carol came out into the hall and stood listening at the head of the stairs, as though on guard.