The young man came running back with a pot of honey and a pot of jam. He handed one to each of the twins, and the yells subsided. The tall lady opened her eyes, and the young man mopped his brow.
"I can't stand any more of this," he said. "I've come here to work quietly. If they go with the house, I shan't be able to work any way at all."
"Dear nephew," said the tall lady, "we will never desert you."
"It's awfully good of you, aunt," he said hastily. "But I shouldn't dream of presuming on your kindness. You were only coming to settle me in, you know."
"Before I go," she said with firmness, "I must solve the mystery of these dear children."
She took up their labels again, and studied them with knitted brows.
"I've come to the definite conclusion," she said at last, "that it's a code.... It's some kind of message."
"But who from?" said the other.
"Give me time," she answered with dignity. "I must decipher the code first."
They all looked at the twins. George smiled through a thick covering of honey. John smiled through a thick covering of jam. They sat in pools of jam and honey.