'Leaving,' says she.

'My sister has twins,' says she.

'I just got word--I must go to her right away.' 'What ?' says I, all struck in a heap.

'Twins,' says she, 'you've heard of such things as twins.' 'That I have,' says I, 'and I know a lie on a face when I see it, too.'" "Lizzie!" "Well, it made me sick at heart, Miss Neily.

Her with her hat and her bag and her talk about twins--and no consideration for you.