“Hello!” said a cheerful, chirping voice, and Dot and Twaddles marched into the room.
“We thought we’d come after you,” announced Dot serenely. “Mother said it was time for you to be coming. But we didn’t meet you.”
“I had to come back and get my books for Mother to cover,” explained Meg. “Don’t touch anything, Twaddles. You can carry my reading book. Come on, Bobby, don’t let’s stay.”
But the twins had no intention of leaving that minute.
“Isn’t it nice in school?” beamed Twaddles, eyeing the bowl of goldfish on the window sill 107 with interest. “Oh, Bobby, won’t you draw us a picture?”
Twaddles had spied the chalk and the blackboard.
“All right, just one,” promised Bobby. “What’ll I draw?”
“Old Hornbeck,” snickered Twaddles, who had never seen the head of the school committee, but who never missed a word of anything the older children brought home.
Meg and Dot and Twaddles watched with absorbing interest as Bobby took up a piece of chalk and began to draw.
“These are his whiskers,” explained Bobby, making a lot of curly marks. “Here’s his chin. This is his coat collar. And now I’ll make his high silk hat.”