Do you reckon it's too late to
ask?"
"Why, ma, it's not necessary. Calling one is calling both. If one gets
up, the other's got to."
"Sho, of course; I never thought of that. Well, come along, maybe we can
get some sleep, but I don't know, I'm so shook up with what we've been
through."
The stranger had made an impression on the boys, too. They had a word of
talk as they were getting to bed. Henry, the gentle, the humane, said:
"I feel ever so sorry for it, don't you, Joe?"
But Joe was a boy of this world, active, enterprising, and had a
theatrical side to him:
"Sorry? Why, how you talk! It can't stir a step without attracting
attention. It's just grand!"
Henry said, reproachfully:
"Instead of pitying it, Joe, you talk as if--"
"Talk as if what? I know one thing mighty certain: if you can fix me so
I can eat for two and only have to stub toes for one, I ain't going to
fool away no such chance just for sentiment."
The twins were wet and tired, and they proceeded to undress without-any
preliminary remarks.
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