"Listen to the mercenary little wretch!" cried his older sister. "Paul, ma cherie, where are your manners?"
"Has oo dot any tandy?" came in inflexible accents.
"I might find—just a morsel—if you'd kiss me first," stipulated Grace.
"Tandy fust," was the imperturbable retort. "I like tandy—Dodo like tandy—we bofe like tandy!"
"The sum total of childish happiness!" laughed Betty "Do, Grace, if you have any left, relieve this suspense."
Some candy was forthcoming, and then, with more of it spread on their faces than had entered their chubby mouths, the twins toddled off content.
"Girls, what do you say to a little row on the river?" asked Mollie, when they had been refreshed by cakes and tea. "My boat will hold us all, and we can float down and talk of our coming trip."
"Float down—and—row back," remarked Grace, with emphasis.
"The exercise will do you good. We must get in—training, I believe the proper word is—in training for our hike."
"Hike?" queried Betty.