Yet they ought to have been worried. Mr. Twist had been terribly worried up to the moment in the night when he got his great idea, and he was worried again, now that he saw the twins, by doubts. They didn't look as though they would easily be put to school. His idea still seemed to him magnificent, a great solution, but would the Annas be able to see it? They might turn out impervious to it; not rejecting it, but simply non-absorbent. As they slowly and contentedly ate their grape-fruit, gazing out between the spoonfuls at the sea shining across the road through palm trees, and looking unruffled itself, he felt it was going to be rather like suggesting to two cherubs to leave their serene occupation of adoring eternal beauty and learn lessons instead. Still, it was the one way out, as far as Mr. Twist could see, of the situation produced by the death of the man Dellogg. "When you've done breakfast," he said, pulling himself together on their reaching the waffle stage, "we must have a talk." "When we've done breakfast," said Anna-Rose, "we must have a walk." "Down there," said Anna-Felicitas, pointing with her spoon. "On the sands. Round the curve to where the pink hills begin." "Mr. Dellogg's death," said Mr. Twist, deciding it was necessary at once to wake them up out of the kind of happy somnolescence they seemed to be falling into, "has of course completely changed--" "How unfortunate," interrupted Anna-Rose, her eyes on the palms and the sea and the exquisite distant mountains along the back of the bay, "to have to be dead on a day like this." "It's not only his missing the fine weather that makes it unfortunate," said Mr. Twist. "You mean," said Anna-Rose, "it's our missing him." "Precisely," said Mr. Twist. "Well, we know that," said Anna-Felicitas placidly. "We knew it last night, and it worried us," said Anna-Rose. "Then we went to sleep and it didn't worry us. And this morning it still doesn't." "No," said Mr. Twist dryly. "You don't look particularly worried, I must say." "No," said Anna-Felicitas, "we're not. People who find they've got to heaven aren't usually worried, are they." "And having got to heaven," said Anna-Rose, "we've thought of a plan to enable us to stay in it." "Oh have you," said Mr. Twist, pricking up his ears. "The plan seemed to think of us rather than we of it," explained Anna-Felicitas. "It came and inserted itself, as it were, into our minds while we were dressing." "Well, I've thought of a plan too," said Mr. Twist firmly, feeling sure that the twins' plan would be the sort that ought to be instantly nipped in the bud. He was therefore greatly astonished when Anna-Rose said, "Have you? Is it about schools?" He stared at her in silence. "Yes," he then said slowly, for he was very much surprised. "It is." "So is ours," said Anna-Rose. "Indeed," said Mr. Twist. "Yes," said Anna-Felicitas. "We don't think much of it, but it will tide us over."