“We are very glad they were able to do it,” said Mrs. Evans, “and we welcome you to Ellen’s Isle.”
The Winnebagos and Sandwiches looked with interest 34 at the twins, Antha and Anthony. Antha was paler and thinner than her brother and her mouth had a peevish droop to it. Both looked chilly and scared out of their wits.
“Weren’t you horribly frightened when the boat sprang a leak?” asked Hinpoha.
Anthony immediately swelled out his chest. “No, I wasn’t a bit afraid,” he said grandly. “I’m not a fraidy cat. But she was,” he said, pointing to his sister, “she yelled bloody murder.”
“I didn’t either,” contradicted Antha. “It was you that yelled the loudest and you know it was. Papa told you to keep still.”
“Didn’t either,” declared Anthony.
“Did, too!” said Antha, stamping her foot. “Didn’t he, Papa?” And she interrupted her father right in the midst of his conversation with Mr. Evans.
“Yes, yes, dear,” answered the judge absently, and went on talking.
“There now!” said Antha triumphantly.
“Well, anyway,” went on Anthony, “you yelled as loud as you could yell, and I didn’t.”