“I don’t believe so. Not if we told Norah we were going and didn’t stay very long. I’d love to go. We’ve been just bored to death ever since dinner, haven’t we, Matty?”
“Bored stiff,” responded Matty inelegantly and emphatically. “You run and tell Norah, May, please.”
A few minutes later they made their escape through the narrow gate and turned northward along Hill Street.
“You see,” confided May, “it was the dumplings.”
“What was the dumplings?” asked Rodney, perplexed.
“That made us bored. They always do. We’re very fond of them, and Norah gives them to us for Sunday dinner quite often. But she oughtn’t to, because they make us feel very bored.”
“Bored is a new name for it!” laughed Tad. “I’d call it indigestion!”
“Oh, but it really isn’t! At least, I don’t think it is. Do you, Matty?”
The blue-eyed twin gazed doubtfully into the distance and laid an inquiring hand on the front of her white gown. “I—I don’t know, May. It might be. I think—I think I did feel sort of queer inside after the third dumpling.”
“After the third!” exclaimed Tad. “Great Scott, how many did you eat?”