But--but--_Marie!_ The--the _baby!_" A faint groan came across the wires.
"Oh, my grief and conscience, Billy! It isn't _the_ baby.

It's _babies!_ It's twins--boys.

Cyril has them now--the nurse hasn't got here yet." "Twins! _Cyril_ has them!" broke in Billy, hysterically.
"Yes, and they're crying something terrible.

We've sent for a second nurse to come, too, of course, but she hasn't got here yet, either.

And those babies--if you could hear them! That's what we want you for, to--" But Billy was almost laughing now.
"All right, I'll come out--and hear them," she called a bit wildly, as she hung up the receiver.
Some little time later, a palpably nervous maid admitted Billy to the home of Mr.and Mrs.Cyril Henshaw.