"And that is perhaps one reason why neither wishes to go home with you," returned Mrs. Betsey, pointedly.
As Mary was gone for the day the twins agreed to get tea; and there being a certain famous recipe, which had been the Lockwood family property for generations, for tea-biscuit, the twins promised Mr. Lockwood he should have them.
"Can't one of you make the biscuit, without the other?" demanded Aunt Dora, her gray eyes beginning to sparkle.
"Dora really makes them the best, I believe," said Mrs. Betsey, placidly, stroking the front of her silk gown, as she sat in her low rocker by the front window.
"Ha!" exclaimed the militant lady. "Then let Dora make them."
"Oh, we'll both make 'em," exclaimed one of the twins, getting up with her sister to go to the kitchen. "One of us can sift the flour while the other is preparing the tins. We'll make you a double quantity, Papa," she added, over her shoulder, her own eyes dancing merrily.
"Now! which was that?" demanded Aunt Dora. "Was it Dora—or Dorothy?"
"I really couldn't say," murmured Mr. Lockwood.
"Dorothy usually sifts the flour," offered Mrs. Betsey.
"But Dora makes up the biscuit best," said Mr. Lockwood.