"I wonder who it was," she pretended to reflect.

"So do I," snapped Mrs. Harrington.

Mrs. Ingham-Baker's imagination was a somewhat ponderous affair,
and, when she trusted to it, it usually ran her violently down a
steep place. She concluded to say nothing more about the late
Admiral FitzHenry.

"The boy," said Mrs. Harrington, returning to the hapless Luke, "has
had every advantage. I suppose he will try to explain matters when
he comes. I could explain it in one word--stupidity."

"Perhaps," put in Mrs. Ingham-Baker nervously, "the brains have all
gone to the other brother, Henry. It is sometimes so with twins."

Mrs. Harrington laughed rather derisively.

"Stupid woman to have twins," she muttered.

This was apparently one of several grievances against the late Mrs.
FitzHenry.

"They have a little money of their own, have they not?" inquired
Mrs. Ingham-Baker, with the soft blandness of one for whom money has
absolutely no attraction.

"About enough to pay their washerwoman."