"Jack, go to Aunt Florence and be made ready for dinner," in a
commanding tone. "Oh dear, it does seem----"

"Well things will go better now," said Mr. Borden soothingly.
"Marilla, you are going to be the salvation of the household. Did the
twins really know her?"

"Pansy did, I think Pansy's really smarter that Violet, I do hope
we'll have a little comfort now. There Pansy, dear, go to your sweet
Marilla," and she stood the child down. "We must hurry or we will be
late for dinner."

Marilla saw the four go over to the cottage, as it was called. She had
been tired out with the railroad journey, entertaining as it was, then
the excitement of meeting them all again, the bump on her forehead
when she had come down so hard on Pansy's head, and the screams that
seemed like a stab going from temple to temple tired her
inexpressibly. Then, too, she was hungry. Oh, if she could have a
glass of hot milk such as Jane used to bring her! She really could not
help crying a little. Both babies stood up by her. Violet pounding on
one shoulder, Pansy making a grab at her hair that seemed to pull it
out by the roots.

"Pitty, pitty!" she said gleefully.

"Oh, Pansy dear, you hurt." She disentangled the one hand, but the
other made the same clutch and was more difficult to manage. Then she
rose to her knees that her head might be out of reach. Violet came
down heavily and began to cry. Poor Marilla hardly knew what to do.

The babies were much thinner and their faces not so pudgy, but Marilla
thought they still resembled the Campbell soup little girl and laughed
in spite of her own hurts. Then Violet spied a green apple and made a
bee line for it.

"She can't bite it," thought Marilla, and as it kept rolling it amused
the baby. Then Pansy crept toward it and there was a rather funny
time. Violet slapped her twin in the face and there was another howl
and Marilla went to the rescue. Oh, what should she do? Everything was
so strange!

"Bed'y mik, bed'y mik," demanded Pansy, "Bed'y milk."

"Let us go and find some," and she raised the baby to her feet, taking
her by the hand. They walked up on the porch, and she placed her in
the carriage while she glanced at Violet. Not a moment too soon--the
little sharp teeth were making inroads on the apple. She ran and
snatched it, throwing it out of sight. There was another howl. Mrs.
Borden came hurrying down.

"What is the matter?" rather crossly.

"Violet found an apple and bit in it