THE TWINS IN THE SOUTH

Table of Contents


CHAPTER I—Welcome to Hilltop
CHAPTER II—School Chatter
CHAPTER III—Sally Arrives
CHAPTER IV—The Rivalry of the Wings
CHAPTER V—A Fresh Freshman
CHAPTER VI—A Squelching
CHAPTER VII—Poetry and Prose
CHAPTER VIII—More Twins
CHAPTER IX—A Question of Names
CHAPTER X—The Parrot Is Consulted
CHAPTER XI—The Archery Contest
CHAPTER XII—Janet to the Rescue
CHAPTER XIII—Diverse Paths
CHAPTER XIV—The Story of the Two Dogs
CHAPTER XV—Making Plans
CHAPTER XVI—More Plans and Plots
CHAPTER XVII—The Tableaux
CHAPTER XVIII—The Elections
CHAPTER XIX—The Tennis Games
CHAPTER XX—The Dramatic Club
CHAPTER XXI—And Last

*The Twins in the South*




CHAPTER I—Welcome to Hilltop


“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. She was
surprised when Phyllis, still with her charming smile, but with a note
of firmness in her voice, replied:

“But you see, Miss Hull, we should both be very unhappy. We’re twins,
you know, and that makes a difference.”

Miss Hull could not deny the note of decision in her voice, and like all
broad-minded and imperious people, she admired anyone who had those same
qualities in common with her.

She did not speak down to Phyllis, but rather as to an equal, when she
replied:

“Very well, you will room together. I suppose being twins does make a
difference,” she added laughingly.

Phyllis thanked her, and with a maid to guide them, they went upstairs
to a big room, with long French windows, one of which opened onto a tiny
balcony. They sat down in comfortable wicker chairs and stared at each
other.

“Oh, Phyl, you are magnificent!” Janet exclaimed. “I never was so
petrified in my life. Miss Hull is such a masterful sort of person that
she silenced me with a glance.”

Phyllis tossed her head.


“The person never lived that could silence me,” she said vaingloriously.
“But I don’t think it was very nice of her to wait until Auntie Mogs
left and then try to separate us.”