"I wish so, too. When I tell her that I'm Dora she doesn't believe me."
"Poor Auntie!" sighed Dorothy. "I expect she has had her heart set on taking you home with her."
"Yes, it's preyed on her mind."
"I tell you what!" ejaculated Dorothy.
"What now?"
"Let me take your place. I'll go home with her—for a while, at least."
"No you won't! I'm Dora. I'll go with her," said the other twin, decisively. "And just think how she went to Mr. Sharp and got us off from Gee Gee's decision."
"But you mustn't go with her to stay all the time, Dora. That would kill me!" cried Dorothy.
"No. But I'll go a little while this summer. We'll have to do something for her. I expect she's lonely in her big house with nobody but servants."
Thus the twins tried to quiet their consciences—they really had two of those unfortunate arrangements. And the consciences would not be quieted easily. The girls ran home from school the next afternoon before they went to the boathouse; and were prepared to cut practice had Aunt Dora needed them.