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T seemed to poor Susy that Aunt Emma had never loomed so majestic before her, that her deep voice had never pealed so irrevocably through the house.

"Of course, of course," she an swered, "I—I know it's a crisis, Aunt Emma. I—of course!"

"And while I wouldn't for the world alarm you, my dear—for any alarm in the present state of things might easily be—fatal at the same time I feel that somebody ought to prepare you for the fact that this—this responsibility may not be so simple, may, in short, be more complicated and greater than you might expect. That is to say—"

"Do you mean twins?" Susy inquired placidly.

Aunt Emma blushed.