"An older
brother or sister may get ahead of you and be so different that you
never catch up, but twins have to trot right along together. It's just
the difference between tandem and double harness."
"Suppose Romeo should marry?" queried Allison, carelessly.
"I'd die," replied Juliet, firmly, her cheeks burning as with flame.
"Or suppose you married?"
"Then Romie would die," she answered, with conviction. "We've both
promised not to get married and we always keep our promises to each
other."
"And to other people, too?"
"Not always. Sometimes it's necessary to break a promise, or to lie, but
never to each other. If Romie asks me anything I don't want to tell him,
I just say 'King's X,' and if I ask him anything, he says 'it's none of
your business,' and it's all right. Twins have to be square with each
other."
"Don't you ever quarrel?"
"We may differ, and of course we have fought sometimes, but it doesn't
last long. We can always arbitrate. Say, do you know Isabel Ross?"
"I have that pleasure. She's coming to dinner to-night, with Aunt
Francesca and Miss Rose.
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