The elaborate naughtiness of a pair of aristocratic English twins. The studied pranks become wearisome in large doses, but there are some really funny episodes.
t to show him what we can do, if we give our minds to it," said the Terror in a somewhat sinister tone.
Erebus gazed at him, taking in his meaning. Then a dazzling smile illumined her charming face; and she cried: "Oh, yes! Let's give him socks! Let's begin at once!"
"Yes: I'll help! I'm a trusty ally!" cried Wiggins; and he spurned the earth joyfully at the thought.
They were silent a while, their faces grave and intent, cudgeling their brains for some signal exploit with which to open hostilities.
Presently Wiggins said: "You might make him an apple-pie bed. They're very annoying when you're sleepy."
He spoke with an air of experience.
"What's an apple-pie bed?" said Erebus scornfully.
Wiggins hung his head, abashed.
"It's a beginning, anyhow," said the Terror in an approving tone; and he added with the air of a philosopher: "Little things, and big things, they all count."
"I was trying to think how to break his leg; but I can't," said Erebus bi