"Now, what do you think you're going to do?" she inquired bitterly, as Biscuits offered a shiny apple and tipped Henry Esmond off the Morris chair. "Going to put me with some spook or other, I suppose—I'll leave the house first. I've had enough of that!"
"No, you won't, either," Biscuits replied. "You'll be as good as Kate is, and not make me curse the day I was elected house president. Now, Suttie, I'm going to tell you something that must not go beyond this room—beyond this room," she repeated impressively.
"Not Kate? I have to tell Kate," said Sutton M., but with an air of deepest interest. Outsiders rarely confided in the Twins.
"Well, Kate then, but nobody else. Promise?"
Sutton M. nodded.
"I'm going to do what might be greatly criticised, Suttie, I'm going to tell you that I think it would be a very good thing for Martha Williams if you would quietly go in and room with her and let Mary come in with Alberta. Now, I've done no beating about the bush—I've told you out straight and plain. What do you say?"
"I say it's a fool arrangement, and that I won't have a thing to do with it," said Sutton M., promptly.
"All right," returned Biscuits, calmly, "that's all. Is that apple green? I don't mind it, but it makes some people sick."
"You know perfectly well Martha's the last girl in the world—we'd fight night and day."
"I know she's one of the brightest girls in the college, and that she's getting low in her work, and it's a shame, too," said Biscuits.