It's old, but very nice and comfortable--just right for an evening at
home."

"Yes," scoffed Carol, "and of course you are remembering that every one
says it is the most becoming dress you have."

"Oh, yes," laughed Fairy, "I'm remembering that, all right."

Then the twins went up-stairs, but not to their own room at once.
Instead they slipped noiselessly into the front bedroom, and a little
later Carol came out into the hall and stood listening at the head of
the stairs, as though on guard.

"Be sure and leave quite a few stitches in, Lark," she whispered once.
"We want it to hang together until Babbie gets here."

That was all. Presently Lark emerged, and their own door closed behind
them.

"It's a good thing father has to go to the trustees' meeting to-night,
isn't it?" asked Carol. And Lark agreed, absently. She was thinking
of the oysters.

As soon as they finished supper, Lark said, "Don't you think we'd
better go right to bed, Prue? We don't want to taint the atmosphere of
the parsonage. Of course, Fairy will want to wash the dishes herself
to make sure they are clean and shining."

"Oh, no," disclaimed Fairy, still good-naturedly. "I can give an extra
rub to the ones we want to use,--that is enough. I do appreciate the