at all natural----"

"Excuse me, Fairy," he said, ill at ease for the first time in her
knowledge of him. "Did you know your sleeve was coming out?"

Fairy gasped, and raised her arm.

"Both arms, apparently," he continued, smiling, but his face was
flushed.

"Excuse me just a minute, will you?" Fairy was unruffled. She sought
her sister. "Look here, Prue,--what do you make of this? I'm coming
to pieces! I'm hanging by a single thread, as it were."

Her sleeves were undoubtedly ready to drop off at a second's notice!
Prudence was shocked. She grew positively white in the face.

"Oh, Fairy," she wailed. "We are disgraced."

"Not a bit of it," said Fairy coolly. "I remember now that Lark was
looking for the scissors before supper. Aren't those twins unique?
This is almost bordering on talent, isn't it? Don't look so
distressed, Prue. Etiquette itself must be subservient to twins, it
seems. Don't forget to bring in the stew at a quarter past nine, and
have it as good as possible,--please, dear."

"I will," vowed Prudence, "I'll--I'll use cream. Oh, those horrible
twins!"

"Go in and entertain Babbie till I come down, won't you?" And Fairy