"And then we climbed over the gate—'Lias had locked it—and run home lickety-split and most run into Luigi at the bridge—"
"'Coz we come down the road after we got through the last pasture—"
"Oh, he was so big!" Doosie shuddered as her imagination began to work more vigorously with the recital—"bigger'n a man—"
"What nonsense."
The twins had been telling all this at the same time, and their mother's common sense and downright exclamation brought them to a full stop. They looked crestfallen.
"You needn't tell me there's a bear between here and Moosehead—I know better. Did you tell Luigi all this?" she questioned sharply.
The two nodded affirmatively.
"And he told you not to tell me?"
Another nod.
"Did he say anything more?"