Grace Lavine laughed when Nan told her about Flossie and Freddie having been “lost” in the dog house that afternoon.
“Oh, I think they’re the cutest children!” exclaimed Grace. “Don’t you just love them, Nan?”
“Yes, of course. But they’re always into some mischief or other. I was glad mother wasn’t here to be worried about them.”
“When is she coming back?”
“I don’t know—not until Uncle Rossiter is better, I guess.”
“And are you twins keeping house all by yourselves?”
“Oh, no, we have Aunt Sallie Pry.”
Just then Charlie, who was playing a game of checkers with Bert, made such a sudden “jump” with one of his kings that he kicked over a chair near him. It fell to the floor with a crash.
“What’s that?” asked Aunt Sallie from the kitchen where she was helping Dinah with the last of the evening’s work.
“It was only a falling chair,” said Nan.