"Is that really true?" I asked.
"I don't know," said Twinny. "The captain told me when I was coming over last year;—but you can never tell whether they are stuffing you or not."
"Why, Twinny Walker!" exclaimed the other twin. "Mamma doesn't allow you to use slang."
"Well, what would you say instead of 'stuffing,' I'd like to know?"
"Why—why—" the other twin couldn't think of a word. "Well," she said at last, "I think 'filling' is a good deal nicer word—"
We all laughed again. "All right," said Twinny, "have it any way you choose. Chester, the captain was 'filling' me!"
The other twin flushed. "No," she said, "that doesn't sound right, either. Bess, what should it be?"
"Well," said Bess, "I think it would be nicer to believe that he was telling the truth."
Twinny gave her a little hug. "I haven't heard you say a thing that was horrid since we started," she said. "How can you always say nice things about people when you don't even know them?"
