e and which is the Princess whenever I ask you, the story has to
stop. It can't help it, and _I_ can't help it."

They knew he was just setting a trap for them, and the same thought
struck them both at once. They rose up and leaned over the papa, with
their arms across and their fluffy heads together in the form of a
capital letter A, and whispered in each other's ears, "You say it's one,
and I'll say it's the other, and then we'll have it right between us."

They dropped back and pulled the covering up to their chins, and
shouted, "Don't you tell! don't you tell!" and just perfectly wriggled
with triumph.

The papa had heard every word; they were laughing so that they whispered
almost as loud as talking; but he pretended that he had not understood,
and he made up his mind that he would have them yet. "A little and a
more," he said, "and I should never have gone on again."

"Go on! Go on!" they called out, and then they wriggled and giggled
till anybody would have thought they were both crazy.

"Well, where was I?" This was another of the papa's tricks to gain time.
Whenever he could not think of anything more, he always asked, "Well,
where was I?" He now added: "Oh yes! I remember! Well, once there were a
Prince and a Princess, and their names were Butterflyflutterby and
Flutterbybutterfly; and they were both twins, and both orphans; but they
made their home with their fairy godmother as long as they were little,
and they used to help her about the house for part board, and she helped
them about their kingdom, and kept it in good order for them, and left
them plenty of time to play and enjoy themselves. She was the greatest
person for order there ever was; and if she found a speck of dust or
dirt on the kingdom anywhere, she would have out the whole army and make
them wash it up, and then sand-paper the place, and polish it with a
coarse towel till it perfectly glistened. The father of the Prince and
Princess had taken the precaution, before he died, to subdue all his
enemies; and the consequence was that the longest kind of peace had set
in, and the army had nothing to do but keep the kingdom clean. That was
the reason why the fairy godmother had made the General-in-Chief take
their guns away, and arm them with long feather-dusters. They marched
with the poles on their shoulders, and carried the dusters in their
belts, like bayonets; and whenever they came to a place that the fairy
godmother said needed dusting--s