“Two. Miss Hannah Harvey and Miss Ada Harvey. They were born twins about fifty years ago.” “I can’t get away from twins, it seems,” smiled Anne. “Wherever I go they confront me.” “Oh, they’re not twins now, dear. After they reached the age of thirty they never were twins again. Miss Hannah has grown old, not too gracefully, and Miss Ada has stayed thirty, less gracefully still. I don’t know whether Miss Hannah can smile or not; I’ve never caught her at it so far, but Miss Ada smiles all the time and that’s worse. However, they’re nice, kind souls,
