"Can you think of anything more we could do, or any more sacrifices we could make?" inquired Juliet, ready to atone in full measure.
"Indeed I can't," Madame replied, truthfully. "I think you've done everything that could be expected of you."
"We wrote to the Colonel," said Romeo, "but he hasn't got it yet. We saw it on the library table. We want to pay all the bills."
"And give Allison as much money as we spent on the automobile and for the suits and everything, and pay for fixing up his car," interrupted Juliet.
"We want to do everything," Romeo said, with marked emphasis.
"Everything," echoed Juliet.
"That's very nice of you," answered Madame, kindly, "and we all appreciate it."
The stem young faces of the twins relaxed ever so little. It was a great relief to discover that they were not objects of scorn and loathing, for they had brooded over the accident until they had become morbid.
"Did you say that you had been living upon mush and milk ever since?" asked Madame.
"Ever since," they answered, together.