"Vee, Vee!" breaks in Peggy from over near the window. "Here comes
your aunty."

"Good night, nurse!" says I.

"Tell him it's all right," says Vee hasty. "He might send the next
ones in care of Marjorie; then I'll be sure of getting them. By-by,
Peggy. Don't squeeze so hard, Jane. No, please don't come out,
Torchy. Goodby."

And in another minute I'm left to the mercy of the near-twins once
more. I camps down in the easy chair again, with one on each side, and
the cross examination proceeds. Say, they're a great pair too.

"Didn't Vee want you to go out 'cause her aunty would see you?" asks
Peggy.

"There!" says I. "I wonder?"

"I'm glad she isn't my aunty," says Jane. "She looks too cross."

"If I was Vee's aunty," puts in Peggy, "I wouldn't be mad if she did
have your picture in a silver frame."

"Honest?" says I. "How's that?"

"'Cause I don't think you're so awful horrid, even if you aren't
anybody," says Peggy. "Do you, Jane?"