Eventually Will and Frank left them, and the girls continued on until they reached Mollie's house.
"Come in," she invited. "I know they baked to-day, and we'll have a cup of tea and some cake. It will refresh us."
"I ought to be going—home," said Amy, with a little hesitating pause at the word "home."
"Oh, do come in!" begged the French girl.
As they entered the yard the twins, hand in hand and solemn-eyed, came down the walk to meet them.
"Oh, the dears!" gushed Grace.
"Isn't she too sweet," whispered Betty, as she caught up Dodo.
"And in need of soap and water, as usual," commented Mollie, drily. "But Nanette can do nothing with them. They are clean one minute—voila! like little Arabs the next! What would you have?" and she threw herself into a tragic gesture, in imitation of the imported French maid, at which her chums laughed.
"Have you a kiss for me, Paul?" demanded Grace, of the little fellow, when she had replaced his sister on the walk.
"Dot any tandy?" came the diplomatic inquiry.