"Let the goats butt; don't you try it, May!" said frolicsome Gay, pulling her after him out of the nursery.
In the dining-room Thomas and breakfast awaited them.
"Good morning, Thomas," said the mock May, very glibly.
"Good morning, Miss," responded unsuspicious Thomas. "Good morning, Master Gay."
"Good morning," replied the mock boy, not less glibly than the other conspirator.
"How do you think we look, Thomas," Gay continued; "as well as usual?"
"You look fine, Miss, fine," Thomas answered. "As for Master Gay there, I've never seen him look so neat."
This evidence of Thomas's mystification delighted the twins almost beyond concealment. They would have betrayed themselves had not Mary, the cook, appeared upon the scene. She carried two pasteboard boxes and she gave one to each of the children, saying, "Yer luncheon, dharlin', for ye'll be afther gettin' hungry on the cars. There's rolls, an' ham, an' fowl, an' harrd biled eggs, an'——"
"And little cakes!" interrupted May, with a scream of delight.
"Yes,—wid icin'," Mary replied, with a broad smile, for the twins were her especial pets. "But I niver knew that ye liked cake; I t'ought it was Miss May what had the swate toot!"