Part 2 (2/2)

”And at that they turned face to face to each other and sideways to me, and each riz up his right arm--honest, Mr. Parks, I couldn't believe but 'twas the same person and him reflected in a mirror, they was so like. I thought they was goin' to strike each other, so I stepped forward and said, 'Good mornin', Cousins; I've come!'”

Again she tinkled a laugh. ”You never see men more surprised than what they was; but they shook hands real pleasant, made me welcome, and then walked one off one way and one the other, and so it has remained. At first they wanted to eat in different rooms, but I told 'em I couldn't have that, nor yet I couldn't have no quarrellin', so now we get on real pleasant, as you see. But isn't it comical? There! when I see them--”

At this moment a prolonged cough was heard from the direction of the sitting-room; and at the same time a thin high voice called, ”Calvin!

you got lost, or what?”

”Cousins are gettin' uneasy!” said Mary Sands. ”You'd best go in, Mr.

Parks, and I'm a thousand times obliged to you for helpin' me with the dishes. You are an elegant washer, I must say.”

”Miss Hands,” replied Calvin Parks as he drew on his coat, ”the man who wouldn't wash good to such wipin' as yours wouldn't deserve to eat out of a dish. The thanks is on my side for enjoyin' the privilege.”

CHAPTER III

CALVIN'S STORY

Pa.s.sing from the kitchen into the back sitting-room, Calvin found Mr.

Sim hunched in his chair, looking injured.

”I didn't know but you had gone without comin' in,” he said; ”seems to me you've ben a long time with them dishes.”

”They're handsome dishes!” replied Calvin. ”You wouldn't have me hurry and risk droppin' of them, would you? Well, Sim, I s'pose I must be joggin' along.”

”What's your hurry? what's your hurry?” cried Mr. Sim peevishly. ”I didn't have no chance to talk at dinner, there was so much clack goin'

on;” and he cast a baleful glance at the doorway. ”I want to know where you've ben and what you've ben doin' all these years, Calvin. Sit down and fill your pipe, and let's hear about it.”

Calvin looked about him. ”Well!” he said slowly, ”I don't know as there's any such drivin' hurry. Hossy'll be pleased to stay a bit longer, I reckon;” he glanced out of the window at the fat brown horse, who was munching oats sleepily.

”Want to hear where I've been, do you, Sim? All right! Where shall I set? Sam'll want to hear too, won't he?”

”Yes!” cried Mr. Sam from the other room. ”Certin' I do, Calvin, certin'

I do.”

”Well, how about this? Come on into the front room, Sim!”

”No! no!” cried Mr. Sim hastily. ”I allus set here, Calvin. You might set in the doorway,” he added, ”then the other one could hear too.”

”Well, of all the darned foolishness ever I heard of!” said Calvin Parks. ”Say, boys, how old was you last birthday? Was it fifty, or only five? Mebbe I was mistaken!”

Standing in the doorway, which he seemed to fill with his stalwart sunburnt presence, he looked from one twin to the other, half amused, half indignant. The brothers shuffled their feet and wriggled in their chairs. Their motions were identical, and the furtive glance which Mr.

Sam cast at Calvin was mirrored by Mr. Sim. ”I can hear fust rate if you sit there, Cal!” said both brothers together.

Calvin Parks pulled a chair into the doorway, and tilted it at a convenient angle. Again he looked from one twin to the other.

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