Dick and Dolly. Wells Carolyn

seemed more lovable, perhaps, but without a doubt Aunt Rachel was the fixer of their fate.

      “This afternoon! I should say not!” exclaimed Miss Rachel. “It’s nearly supper time now, and how you’re going to be made presentable is more than I know! Have you any other clothes?”

      “In our trunks, – lots of ’em,” said Dick, cheerfully. “But these are our best ones. Mrs. Halkett put them on us purpose to come to you. I’m sorry they’re smashed.”

      Dick’s sorrow was expressed in such blithe and nonchalant tones, that Miss Rachel only smiled grimly.

      “Are you hungry?” she said.

      “No’m,” said Dick, slowly, and Dolly added, “Not very. Of course we’re always some hungry. But Aunt Rachel, can’t we go out and scoot round the yard? Just to see what it’s like, you know. Of course, this room is, – beautiful, but we do love to be out doors. May we?”

      “No,” said Miss Rachel, decidedly, and though Miss Abbie said, timidly, “Why don’t you let them?” the elder sister resumed:

      “Go out on my lawn looking like that? Indeed you can’t! I’d be ashamed to have the chickens see you, – let alone the servants!”

      “Oh, are there chickens?” cried Dolly, dancing about in excitement. “I’m so glad we’re going to live here!”

      She made a movement as if to hug her Aunt Rachel once again, but as she saw the involuntary drawing away of that lady’s shoulders, she transferred her caress to Dick, and the tattered twins fell on each other’s necks in mutual joy of anticipation.

      “You are a ridiculous pair of children,” said Aunt Abbie, laughing at the sight; “but as I hope you’ll show some of your father’s traits, you may improve under our training.”

      “If we can train such hopeless cases,” said Miss Rachel. “Has nobody ever taught you how to behave?”

      “Yes,” said Dick, growing red at the implication. “Auntie Helen is a lovely lady, and she taught us to be honourable and polite.”

      “Oh, she did! and do you call it honourable to go off wading in your best clothes, while we were waiting for you to come here?”

      Dick’s honest little face looked troubled.

      “I don’t know,” he said, truly, but Dolly, who was often the quicker-witted of the two, spoke up:

      “It may have been naughty, Aunt Rachel, but I don’t ’zackly think it was dishonourable. Do you?” Thus pinned down, Miss Rachel considered.

      “Perhaps ‘dishonourable’ isn’t quite the right word,” she said, “but we won’t discuss that now. I shall teach you to behave properly, of course, but we won’t begin until you look like civilised beings, capable of being taught. Just now, I think hot baths, with plenty of soap, will be the best thing for you, but as you have no clean clothes, you’ll have to go to bed.”

      “At five o’clock! Whew!” said Dick. “Oh, I say, Aunt Rachel, not to bed!”

      “Anyway, let us go for a tear around the yard first,” begged Dolly. “We can’t hurt these clothes now; and I don’t believe the chickens will mind. Are there little chickens, Aunt Abbie?”

      “Yes, little woolly yellow ones.”

      “Like the ones on Easter souvenirs? Oh, please let us see them now, —please!”

      More persuaded by the violence of her niece’s plea than by her own inclination, Miss Rachel said they might go out for half an hour, and then they must come in to baths and beds.

      “And supper?” asked Dick, hopefully.

      “Yes, bread and milk after you’re clean and tucked into bed.”

      “Only bread and milk?” said Dolly, with eyes full of wheedlesomeness.

      “Well, perhaps jam,” said Aunt Abbie, smiling, and somehow her smile augured even more than jam. Out they scampered then, and soon found Michael, who introduced them to the chickens and also to Pat, who was the gardener.

      “I like you,” said Dolly, slipping her little hand into Pat’s big one, both being equally grimy. “Please show us all the flowers and things.”

      There was so much to look at, they could only compass a small part of it in their allotted half-hour. Dana Dene covered about thirty acres, but it was not a real farm. A vegetable garden supplied the household wants, and the rest of the estate was park and flower beds and a bit of woods and an orchard and a terrace, and the poultry yard and stables, and other delights of which the children could only guess.

      “Aren’t you glad we came?” said Dolly, still hanging on to Pat’s hand.

      “I – I guess so, Miss,” he replied, cautiously; “but I can’t say yet, for sure. Ye’re rampageous, I’m afraid. Ain’t ye, now?”

      “Yes,” said Dick, who was always honest, “I think we are. At least, everybody says so. But, Pat, we’re going to try not to make you any trouble.”

      “Now, that’s a good boy. If ye talk like that, you ’n me’ll be friends.”

      Dolly said nothing, but she smiled happily up into Patrick’s kind eyes, and then, with their usual adaptability to circumstances, the twins began to feel at home.

       CHAPTER III

      AN EARLY STROLL

      Soon after daybreak next morning, Dolly woke, and surveyed with satisfaction her pretty room.

      Pink roses clambered over the wall paper, and over the chintz hangings and furniture, and over the soft, dainty bed-coverlet.

      It was much more attractive than her room at Aunt Helen’s, and as Dolly loved pretty things, she gave a little sigh of content and nestled comfortably into her pillows. Then she heard Dick’s voice whispering through the closed door between their rooms.

      “Hi, Dolly; I say! Aren’t you up yet?”

      “No, are you?”

      “Yes, and ’most dressed. Hustle, can’t you? and let’s go out and chase around the place.”

      “Before breakfast?”

      “Yes; breakfast isn’t until eight o’clock, and it’s only six now.”

      “All right, I’ll hustle,” and Dolly sprang out of bed, and began to dress.

      The twins were a self-reliant pair, and quite capable and methodical when they had time to be.

      Dolly dressed herself neatly in a clean blue and white plaid gingham; and as she could tie her hair ribbon quite well enough, except for special occasions, the blue bow on her golden curls was entirely satisfactory.

      “I’m all ready, Dick,” she whispered at last, through the door, “and we mustn’t make any noise, for maybe the aunties are asleep yet.”

      “All right; I’ll meet you in the hall.”

      So both children went on tiptoe out into the big, light hall, and softly down the stairs.

      No one seemed to be stirring, but they unfastened the locks and chains of the front doors, and stepped out into the beautiful fresh morning.

      “I’ve got to holler!” said Dick, still whispering. “They can’t hear us now.”

      “Yes, they can; wait till we get farther away from the house.”

      So, hand in hand, they ran down the garden path, and when a grape arbour and a cornfield were between them and their sleeping aunts, they decided they were out of hearing.

      “Hooray!” yelled Dick, as loud as he could, at the same time turning a jubilant handspring.

      Dolly was quite as glad as her brother, but contented herself with dancing about, and giving little squeals of delight as she saw one rapturous sight after another.

      “Oh,