CHAPTER V.THE TWINS.
Miss Suzan Posey knocked timidly at his door and informed him that tea was waiting.

He rather liked Susan Posey.

She was a pretty creature, slight, blonde, a little too light, a village beauty of the second or third grade, effective at picnics and by moonlight,--the kind of girl that very young men are apt to remember as their first love.

She had a taste for poetry, and an admiration of poets; but, what was better, she was modest and simple, and a perfect sister and mother and grandmother to the two little forlorn twins who had been stranded on the Widow Hopkins's doorstep.
These little twins, a boy and girl, were now between two and three years old.

A few words will make us acquainted with them.