"Good-by, Carter," called back the twins. Carter waved his hand. "Good-morrow," he said. "We'll meet again."
After the young Frothinghams had gone to bed that night Aunt Clarissa came up to their room. She kissed them both over and over again.
This display of affection was most disconcerting, and to the twins quite inexplicable, but what she said astonished them also.
"You must have Carter Hewes come to Stanham and see you," said Aunt Clarissa.
After she had left them William rose up on his pillow and shook his brother's shoulder, whispering:
"Uncle Daniel is going to take one of us back with him to London. I overheard him say it. We won't go unless he takes us both. What say you?"
"Agreed," said George, sleepily. "What a strange day it has been, to be sure! They haven't said a word to us for fighting Carter Hewes; and wasn't it funny how we met them all up there? How polite they were to one another, eh?"