jolly games. We only wouldn't tell mother, because it might worry her."

"Mother can walk on the rocks," cried Amy eagerly.

"I don't believe it," said Dash. "I don't believe an old woman like that
can walk a bit--not like we can."

"Not as fast as us," said Susie.--"Don't be tiresome, Amy; it isn't
mother who is tiresome--it's nurse."

"Well, we'll meet to-morrow," said the twins, speaking together, as they
generally did, at the top of rather squeaky voices.

They pulled Susie to one side.

"Don't tell the other one," they said, in hoarse whispers; "she'd go and
tell."

"She's very young," said Susie, in quick apology, as she ran off.

"Both of we has pails," shouted the twins after her, "and we can bring
cake."

"We are not allowed curranty cake," said Susie reluctantly.

"Bosh," said the twins. "Who's to know? We come of a very gouty family,
and _we_ may eat curranty cake."

"I dare say a little piece wouldn't matter," said Susie.