The twins stared at her again. "What's the matter with you?"
"Nothing, but it's my story and you can't see it. That settles it. Was there any mail to-day?"
Afterward the twins talked it over together.
"What made her back down like that?" Carol wondered. "Just when we had her going."
"Why, didn't you catch on to that? She has sent it off to a magazine, of course, and she doesn't want us to know about it. I saw through it right away."
Carol looked at her twin with new interest. "Did you ever send 'em off?"
Lark flushed a little. "Yes, I did, and always got 'em back, too—worse luck. That's why I gave it up."
"What did you do with them when they came back?"
"Burned them. They always burn them. Connie'll get hers back, and she'll burn it, too," was the laconic answer.
"An author," mused Carol. "Do you think she'll ever make it?"