"We'd better let Connie in, too," suggested Lark.

Connie was hastily summoned, and the twins whispered explanations in
her willing ears. "Good!" she said approvingly. "It'll serve 'em
right."

"But it'll cost money," said Carol. "How much have you got?"

Then Connie understood why she had been consulted. The twins always
invited her to join their enterprises when money was required.

"A quarter," she faltered.

"Well, we'll go shares," said Lark generously. "We'll pay a dime
apiece. It may not take that much. But if Prudence makes us pay for
the oysters, you'll have to pay a third. Will you do that?"

"Yes, indeed." Connie was relieved. She did not always get off so
easily!

"Twins! You must hurry!" This was Prudence at the bottom of the
stairs. And the twins set off quite hurriedly. Their first tall was
at the meat market.

"A pint of oysters," said Lark briefly.

When he brought them to her, she smelled them suspiciously. Then Carol
smelled.