The O'Sullivan Twins [antikvár]

Easter Term at St. Clares "Mother! Did you know that Cousin Alison, who was at Redroofs School with us, is going to St. Clare's next term?" said Pat O'Sullivan, looking up from a letter she was reading. Her twin, Isabel, was reading it too, the two dark heads side by side at the breakfast table. "Yes, I knew," said their mother, smiling. "Your Aunt Sarah wrote and told me. When she heard how much you liked St. Clare's, she decided to send Alison there too - and you can look after her a little, the first term." "Alison is a bit stuck-up," said Pat. "We saw her these hols Mummy - full of airs and graces. And she has had her hair permed - think of that!" "Shocking! At her age!" said Mrs. O'Sullivan. "Quite time she went to St. Clare's!" "I remember two girls who were terribly stuck-up last summer holidays," said Mr. O'Sullivan, looking up from his newspaper. His eyes twinkled as he looked at the twins. "My goodness - they didn't want to go to St. Clare's! They thought it would be a dreadful school - really horrid." Pat and Isabel went very red. "Don't remind us of that. Daddy," said Pat. "We were idiots. We behaved awfully badly at St. Clare's at first - every one called us the Stuck-Up twins." "Or the m^h-and-Mighties!" said Isabel, with a ^g-gle. "Gracious ~ I can't think how any one put up with us." "Well, we had a pretty bad time to start with," said - - 5