There were not quite enough cups to go around and the two boys waited until two of the girls had finished; but it was only one more excuse for lingering in that lovely spot; pulling the yellow jasmine and the sweet violets and dipping their hands in the cool waters of a little brook which had hidden itself in a corner of the dell.
Georgiana showed a kind of awkward, shy joy in being with the four young girls. So absorbed was she in her new happiness that she had not noticed, and indeed, no one had observed, a very curious coincidence.
It was not until Elinor had poured out two fresh cups of tea and was saying: “Sugar or lemon, Mr. Paxton—er—I mean Edward—I mean—why, which Edward are you?” that they waked up.
Edward Paxton had removed his black glasses and slouch hat and stood revealed as Edward, the chauffeur, or his living image. The others formed an interested circle around the two boys, who were certainly very much alike. They had the same blue eyes and black hair; the same handsome, regular features. They were indeed the same height.
“It is only when they are together that I could tell them apart,” cried Nancy, with Irish obscurity.
“Why, they are as alike as two peas in a pod,” ejaculated Miss Campbell.
The two boys stood face to face and regarded each other curiously.
“I feel as if I were looking in a mirror,” said Edward Paxton gravely.
“And they are both named Edward,” put in Georgiana. “Isn’t it strange?”
“What is your last name?” asked Edward Paxton.