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 Bridget to wait upon this real Tom, Dick, and Harry combination of youngsters; and—anything you like!" he answered, so gleefully that even Peter scarcely recognized him.

"Will you? Will you? Oh, I love you—I love you! I love you both, both. But isn't it the twiniest kind of world ever was! Papa and Uncle Joe are twins; and your mamma and Red Kimono's mamma were twins; and Tom and Dick are twins; and big Bridget's folks are twins; and—Oh, oh, there's my darling, red-headed Michael going by! I must call him in, I truly must! Won't he be the gladdest boy ever lived, to know all about my new cousins that I never saw coming to live and play with us in the square? He hasn't any child to his house and you haven't any child but me to yours, Uncle Joe; and the line-fence is down; so nothing's to hinder Michael and me making another pair of twins, is there?"

Nobody prevented the child's movement to bring in her first child-friend in that strange city to which she had come, and presently