"Oh!" screamed the lady, and fainted again, and not without good reason, for before her stood a gentleman who was almost the exact facsimile of Mr. Garwell in face, form, and general appearance.
"Why, which one of you is my papa?" cried little Lulu.
"I'm your papa!" answered the gentleman of the house. "Why—er—who—who is this?" he stammered, looking at John Garwell.
"Let us attend to your wife first," was the answer, and soon the lady of the house was restored to her senses. Then began a series of explanations.
"It was dreadful of me to make such a mistake," said Mrs. Mann, hysterically. "But—but——"
"I don't wonder at it—now," answered John Garwell. "Your husband could pass for my twin brother."
"I can hardly tell one from the other, myself," said Nat.
"Never mind; he bought me some candy," put in little Lulu, and this made all laugh.
"I am going to ask you to do something," said John Garwell, to Horace Mann. "I think you owe it to me to walk down town, so that your fellow citizens can see that there are really two of us."
"Yes, Horace," pleaded his wife. "I made a lot of trouble for Mr. Garwell."