[Gutenberg 38834] • The Twins in the South

[Gutenberg 38834] • The Twins in the South

"I always believe in separating sisters," Miss Hull made this astonishing announcement with a gentle smile. Janet and Phyllis looked at each other, consternation written large on their faces.

"But Miss Hull--" Janet began. It was Phyllis who spoke with grown-up assurance.

"We couldn't think of being separated, Miss Hull," she said, with one of her winning smiles. "You see, we found each other only a little over a year ago, and we've such a lot of time to make up."

"But if you were separated you'd get to know the girls so much better," Miss Hull's soft Southern drawl protested. "I've planned for each of you to room with an old girl. I'm sure it's the better way." Miss Hull was an imperious woman, statuesque in figure, a smooth level brow, flashing dark eyes and a mass of wavy gray hair, piled high on her head. When she said a thing she expected instant submission."