“I think it was Reginald.”
“No, Roderick!”
“Anyway, it began with an R!”
“It’s Rodney,” laughed that youth. “May I come in?”
CHAPTER VIII
CROQUET AND CONFESSIONS
“Of course. We are trying to remember your name. That’s why we didn’t invite you in. How do you do?”
“Fine.” Then he remembered his tribulations of a few minutes ago and added, “That is, pretty fair.” He closed the gate behind him and joined the twins, who had started down the path to meet him. “You must be hard up for something to do,” he said with a superior air, “if you have to play croquet!”
“We’re very fond of it,” replied the blue-eyed twin. “Do you play?”