“If you don't stop and let me have a moment's quiet, I shall punish you. You hear?”
Leander choked down a sob and was silent.
“There,” said his father approvingly, “I guess we can get along all right. Now, you go to sleep—right off.”
Leander's sobs broke forth again.
“What's the matter now?”
More sobs and a howl.
“I thought I told you to keep still. Why don't you?”
Then he grew persuasive.
“Don't you love your papa?”
The twin looked at him with wide eyes.