“Do you wonder Daddy says he doesn’t know what to expect when he comes home at night?” she said. “Twaddles and Dot, will you please 167 stop talking in riddles and tell us where you have been and what you have done?”
Thus encouraged, the twins began to talk at once, and though it was difficult to understand them the family finally managed to learn what they had done.
“My goodness, I call that a good morning’s work,” said Aunt Polly at last. “To find places for seven kittens! Why, Dot and Twaddles, there isn’t anything you can’t do, if you stick to a plan as you have to this.”
“But one kitten is lost,” Meg pointed out. “There are only six left.”
“That was the sample,” said Twaddles calmly. “We left it at Miss Alder’s house, because she likes tiger cats.”
And then Bobby and Meg were surprised again, to hear that the twins had been to Miss Alder’s house, and they had to hear what had happened there and what she had said to them.
“Will you help us take them around this afternoon?” asked Dot. “We can do it faster if we all go; they are so squirmy to carry.”
Of course Bobby and Meg promised to help 168 deliver the cats and they hurried home from school to keep their promise. As the houses where the kittens were to go were pretty well scattered––the twins had worked hard and they had covered most of Oak Hill that morning––it was decided that Dot and Twaddles should take three of the kittens and Meg and Bobby the other three. The twins were to go to the grocery store and two houses near there, including Mrs. Tracy’s, while Meg and Bobby would deliver the cats at the other end of the town.
“You never know what those children are going to do,” said Meg as she and Bobby walked down Spruce Avenue, “but I am awfully glad they found homes for the kittens; Mr. Fritz will be glad, too. I don’t believe he wanted them drowned, but he didn’t know what to do with them.”
Bobby nodded absently. He was watching some one further up the street.