“Well, I shan’t have to make mittens or anything this time, ’cause you’re at home, Milly. I like to be with my twin cousin in a twin house,” said Flaxie, twisting her neck to look at Mrs. Hunter’s door-stone. It was just like Aunt Charlotte’s, only there were flower-pots on it.
“Guess what I dreamed last night,” returned Milly. “I dreamed you were my sister; and then I woke up and thought how queer it is that God always sends brothers to this house, and not any sisters.”
“Why so he does; for Johnny and Freddy are both boys, and so is Ken,” said Flaxie, struck with a new idea. “It’s real-too-bad!”
“But now you’ve come, and we’ll go to school together, and it’s just as well,” said Milly, kissing her pea-green friend in rapture.
“Oh, I didn’t say I’d go to school, Milly Allen.—Why, who’s that coming?”
“Hush! that’s my teacher and her sister.”
“Which is the sister?”
“The big one.”
“Well, she’s got the dropsies.”
“Oh, no, she hasn’t; she teaches the singing in our school.”