"How did you know—" began Connie.
"You aren't slick enough for us, Connie. We knew you had some funny place to hide your money, so I gave you that penny and then I went up-stairs very noisily so you could hear me, and Lark sneaked around and watched, and saw where you put it. We've been able to keep pretty good track of your finances lately."
The twins laughed again.
"But I looked on the top ledge of all the windows and doors just yesterday," admitted Lark, "and there was nothing there. Did you put that dime in the bank?"
"Oh, never mind," said Connie. "I don't need to tell you. You twins are too slick for me, you know."
The twins looked slightly fussed, especially when Fairy laughed with a merry, "Good for you, Connie."
Carol rose and looked at herself in the glass. "I'm going up-stairs," she said.
"What for?" inquired Lark, rising also.
"I need a little more powder. My nose is shiny."
So the twins went up-stairs, and Fairy, after calling out to them to be very careful and not get disheveled, went out into the yard and wandered dolefully about by herself.