it up brown!"

"Ouch!" grinned Carol.

"Now, will you twins run down-town for the oysters?" asked Prudence
briskly.

"Who? Us?" demanded Lark, indignantly and ungrammatically. "Do you
think we can carry home oysters for the--the--personal consumption of
this Babbling young prince? Not so! Let Fairy go after the oysters!
She can carry them home tenderly and appreciatively. Carol and I
can't! We don't grasp the beauty of that man's nature."

"Oh, yes, twinnies, I think you'll go, all right. Hurry now, for you
must be back in time to help me get supper. Fairy'll have to
straighten the front room, and we won't have time. Run along, and be
quick."

For a few seconds the twins gazed at each other studiously. Neither
spoke. Without a word, they went up-stairs to prepare for their errand.

They whispered softly going through the upper hall.

"We'd better make a list," said Carol softly.

So with heads close together they wrote out several items on a piece of
paper.

"It'll cost quite a lot," objected Carol. "Thirty cents, anyhow. And
Prudence'll make us pay for the oysters, sure. Remember that."