Your hair and skin are as dry as chips; they didn't wash you with Castile soap, I'll bet." "How you do talk, Temperance," Hepsey quavered.
The girl with the bulging forehead laughed a shrill laugh.
"Why, Fanny!" said mother.
The hall door opened.

"Here _she_ is," muttered this Fanny.
"Veronica!" "Cassandra!" We grasped hands, and stared mutely at each other.

I felt a contraction in the region of my heart, as if a cord of steel were binding it.

She, at least, was glad that I was alive! "They look something alike now," Hepsey remarked.
"Not at all," said Veronica, dropping my hand, and retreating.
"Why, Arthur dear, come here!" He clambered into my lap.
"Were you killed, my dear sister ?" "Not quite, little boy." "Well; do you know that I am a veteran officer, and smoke my pipe, lots ?" "You must rest, Cassy," said mother.

"Don't go upstairs, though, till you have had your supper.