The Twins were annoyed that this was the best that could be done to carry out the doctor's orders; but there seemed no help for it.
It was in the afternoon, a sweltering afternoon, after the doctor's visit that, as the Twins, bent on an aimless ride, were lazily wheeling their bicycles out of the cats' home, a sudden gleam came into the eyes of the Terror; and he said: "I've got an idea!" An answering light gleamed in the eyes of Erebus; and she cried joyfully; "Thank goodness! I was beginning to get afraid that nothing was ever going to occur to us again.

I thought it was the hot weather.
What is it ?" "Those Germans," said the Terror darkly.

"Now that they've got the Grange, why shouldn't we make a raid on the peach-garden.

They say the Grange peaches are better than any hothouse ones; and Watkins told me they ripen uncommon early.

They're probably ripe now." "That's a splendid idea! It will just teach those Germans!" cried Erebus; and her piquant face was bright with the sterling spirit of the patriot.