“YES, IT IS LOVELY, AND IT’S PRICELESS.”
“I don’t blame you,” said Babs, still gazing with spellbound admiration at the little model. It was quite small but perfect in every detail.
“But Tillie is different. We’re twins, you know,” confessed little Miss Davis, “but never were two sisters more unlike. We never agree on anything. Where can we put the model so that it will be sure to be safe?”
“That’s a serious question,” answered Babs. “I wish all the ladies hadn’t gone. Some of them should have taken charge of this.”
“I’d trust your judgment further than I would theirs,” said Miss Davis generously. They had placed the model on the little spinet and it looked splendidly there.
“You see, Tillie wouldn’t agree that I should fetch it, but it’s as much mine as hers, and I was determined to get it here. As a matter of fact, she doesn’t know I did bring it,” confessed Miss Isabel Davis the other twin.
“Then, aren’t you afraid it will make trouble between you?” Barbara suggested.
“No doubt of it. But I don’t care about that,” Miss Davis insisted. “If I gave in in everything where’d I be? Now, let’s see where we could hide this. I wouldn’t dare to leave it on that spinet over night.”
“We’re going to have a watchman after dark,” Barbara informed little Miss Davis. “That is, the man in the next cottage has agreed to watch for us after he brings in his fish nets. He’s a fisherman, you know.”