Down in the hall, on their way out, Twaddles and Dot met Mr.
Carter, who also remembered them from their earlier visit. He
shook hands with them and very naturally asked them what brought
them to school.

"Meg and Bobby went home at least half an hour ago," he said
kindly.

"We came for my grasshopper," explained Twaddles, and that brought
out the whole story.

"Dot," remarked Twaddles thoughtfully when they were walking home,
"it wouldn't be so bad being bad if you didn't have to tell about
it, would it?"

Dot understood at once.

"N--o," she drawled slowly. "But we'd feel worse if we never did
tell."

Twaddles was so glad to get his grasshopper back that he made it
hop all the way home. And at home the twins found Miss Florence,
the Oak Hill dressmaker, talking with Mother Blossom.

"I'll come to-morrow, then," Miss Florence was saying as Dot and
Twaddles came up the path. "Here's Dot now. Come here, child,
while I measure your skirt. Did you know you were going to have a
new dress to wear to Apple Tree Island?"

"I hope it's pink," said Dot with interest. "Pink with a white