- gotten that flinty-hearted person that he had not
even looked on the table in No. 16 to see if the telegram had arrived, and only the thought of encountering Bob had reminded him of it. Turning into Garden Street, he heard some one call: "Oh, Ned! Oo-ee!" It was no new thing to be mistaken for Ned. During the first two months, or thereabouts, of their stay at Hillman's, he and Ned had been daily, hourly, almost constantly mistaken one for the other, and even to this moment such mistakes were not uncommon, which, considering the fact that the twins were as alike as two peas, was not unnatural. He wasn't Ned, but he turned to see who was calling. It proved to be Mae Ferrand. She was on the opposite side of the street waving to him. Laurie crossed with little enthusiasm.
"Hello," he said. "I'm looking for him, too, Mae."
"Oh, it's Laurie!" she exclaimed. "I do wish you boys wouldn't dress just alike!"
"We don't," said Laurie somberly. "He's wearing brown stockings, and I'm wearing green." He looked down at them. "Sort of green, anyway."
