will do quite well. Now I'm going to give you some tea."
There were some cookies and sweet crackers with it, and for these the hostess apologized. She hadn't had time to do any baking yet, she explained, and Brose had got these at the store for her last evening. To-morrow, however, she was going to get to work, for she had several orders that just had to be filled at once. It was after the first cup of tea—and it did seem that Miss Comfort's tea was very, very different from any other tea, tasting, as Ned put it, like tea instead of leather—that Laurie looked inquiringly at his brother and Ned nodded and the twins arose and stood with their backs to the door. Then Ned bowed and announced: "Original poetical composition by the Turner Brothers entitled—"
He paused and looked at Laurie. "What is it entitled?" he demanded. Laurie shook his head.
"We forgot to entitle it."
"Entitled," continued Ned, "entitled 'Ode.'"
Polly clapped delightedly, and Bob inquired facetiously, "How much?" The twins bowed in unison, and Ned recited the first line and Laurie the second, after which they again alternated.
