New Britain herald., 1916-12-09
Why Did the Cosgroves Try to Make 1t Appear One Twin Was
 His Brother?

walk! Now, Mrs. Allis, aren't you sorry you didn't plan to go tramping today? Two pretty women in such nifty togs as yours and Mrs. Graham's ought to make the hills DOW down to level roads before you.'
 Jolly MT. Cosbrove, our host of tho farmhouse at Cold Spring in the Cats kills threw back his head and gave a hearty Flaw, haw'' at the end of the little speech which he addressed to me when Dicky and I came down to break kfast on the morning following our arrival.
 From another type of man the words would have struck me as rude unduly familiar. But MT. CosgroVe was the type of jovia1 countryman whose guileless simplicity and warm hearted sincerity made even ms most extravagant utterances inoffenslve.
 Of course, my first glance into the dining room had been in the direction of Mrs Allis, our felloW-hoarder at the Cosgroves whose odd behaVlor the previous evening had led me to sus- pect and dislike her.
 With a little heart beat of gratihed vanity had seen her eyes widen in involuntary recognition of the modlsh- ness of my fishing costume, then mar row into what I knew was splteful re- sentiment
 I was not sorry to see her give a 1 little start of surprise at MT. Cos groves speech, and then to hear her say nonchalantly:
 | You mean Miss Graham, don you MT. Cosgrove?"
 MT. Cosgrove looked puzzled. Fvi- l pS evening before had made his wife neg lect to tell him of the mistake Mrs. 1 Allis had made in our relationship. She had assumed that I was DiclIy' S sister instead of his wife, and Dicky, with him usual love of testing, had al- 1 lowed her impression to remain ! tacitly forbidding me to enllghten her. But it was too late now for ! further pretense Letting a suppos1- tion stand was one thing and deliber- ateIy denying our relationship was another.
 I was about to explain when to my unbounded surprise and relief Dicky spoke, smilingly.
 "No, Mrs Alis, MT Cosgrove is quite correct. I hav' 70 g-r-r-eat honore to be ze lady's husband, not her brother.n, He spread his hands with burlesque little gesture, and l laughed amusedly.
 Mrs. A1lis' aplomb did not desert | her for a moment. Only a tiny flusl told of the inward rage at her owr mistake and our furtherance of the jest which I knew must be consuming her.
 'I'H Get Even."
 What a clever jest!" she exclaimed ed tlo Of Ifn hot would have sworn was genuine if had not been able to read beneath the surface This is certainly one on me Never mind," shaking her finger arch ly at us both, "I shall get even before the weeks over. It will be my turr then. and you shall remember 1t, promise you.'
 Her words were gay, her manner in souciant, yet I fancied that under meath them lay very real little threat and that in some manner she would manage to revenge herself upon us for the mistake she had made.
 I resolved, however, not to let the incident mar my enjoyment of the very delicious breakfast which Mrs Cosgrove had prepared and was serv- ing to us Coffee with real thick vel low cream, which one cannot buy for any money in the city; a delicious cereal with the same cream mellowine it; bacon and fresh eggs and crisp fried potatoes, griddle cakes with the most delicious maple syrup had ever eaten in my life and apples and pears such as I had forgotten existed made up the meal.
 One of the twin boys whom we had seen the night before sat opposite me.
 Wondering whether I would be able to tell him from his brother as I had declared I could do at supper time scrutinized him closely
 Yes, the distinguishing mark which I had discovered was not lost to me 1 The boy before me was not Ned, the one who in khaki garb had brought in the turkeys the night before. As I looked his mothers voice called from the kitchen:
 "Oh, Fred, come here minute please"
 The boy arose with alacrity. As he did so Mrs. Allis said, laughingly:
 well, I'm fooled again. I thought