"I had to, Denis! A dreadful conviction has come upon me that she'll give us soft-boiled eggs for breakfast!"
He swung her softly to and fro.
"Well, you needn't have come to give me nightmare just because you're going to have it! Was it the action of a twin, I ask?"
She laughed softly, irresistibly.
"Oh, oh, Denis, your floor's swamped! What will Aunt Kezia say?"
He turned his head lazily and surveyed the floor over by the window.
"It'll dry," he observed with equanimity.
She eyed the window, flung as wide as it would go.
"You mustn't have it so wide, Denis! You really mustn't!"
"D'you want to murder your twin? Why, I'd be dying of suffocation! There're roofs all round, Nell! Beastly houses stuck all on top of us—almost in our back yard! I can't get a breath of air even now!"