Hallelujah, bum again!
Hallelujah, give us a hand up to…”
“Shut up,” said Stephen and Colin. “What do you mean? Is he there?”
“Nope,” whispered Mike. “Only her luggage.”
“Don’t say ‘her,’ ” said Stephen.
Mike began to hop up and down in front of the twins singing:
“Two, two, the lily-white boys,
clothed all in green, oh.”
Colin took him by the shoulders and Stephen seized his heels. They swung him to and fro and flung him, screaming with pleasure on the sofa.
“Lily-white boys!” yelled Mike. “I bet she doesn’t know which is which. Do you?” He looked engagingly at Roberta. “Do you — Robin?”