"All right," said Fairy, smiling. "It's evidently settled. Think up your menu, twins, and put Connie to work."
"Is he nice?" Aunt Grace queried.
"Yes, I think he is. He used to go with our college bunch some. I know him pretty well. He brought me home from things a time or two."
Carol leaned forward and looked at her handsome sister with sudden intentness. "He asked about you," she said, keen eyes on Fairy's. "He asked particularly about you."
"Did he? Thanks. Yes, he's not bad. He's pretty good in a crowd."
By the force of her magnetic gaze, Carol drew Lark out of the room, and the door closed behind them. A few minutes later they returned. There was about them an air of subdued excitement, suggestive of intrigue, that Fairy found disturbing.
"You needn't plan any nonsense, twins," she cautioned. "He's no beau of mine."
"Of course not," they assured her pleasantly. "We're too old for mischief. Seventeen, and sensible for our years! Say, Fairy, you'll be nice to Duckie, won't you? We're too young really to entertain him, and he's so nice we want him to have a good time. Can't you try to make it pleasant for him this week? He'll only be here a few days. Will you do that much for us?"
"Why, I would, twins, of course, to oblige you, but you know Gene's in town this week, and I've got to—"
"Oh, you leave Babbie—Gene, I mean—to us," said Carol airily. Fairy being a junior in college, and Eugene Babler a student of pharmacy in Chicago, she felt obliged to restore him to his Christian name, shortened to Gene. But the twins refused to accede to this propriety, except when they particularly wished to placate Fairy.