They wandered to the stable, which was at the back of the house, a little to one side, and opened directly upon Box Elder Street. Here they found the man attending to his duties about the stout horse. That man paid but little attention to the children, but continued his work in a leisurely manner. No doubt this was praiseworthy on his part, but it was not what the children had hoped for, and they soon wandered out again and went towards the back of the yard. Here was a vegetable garden on one side and a flower garden on the other, together stretching across from Box Elder Street to a little street that was scarcely more than a lane. Sally had been in Whitby a long time before she found that this was Hazen's Lane. It was most natural to speak of it as "The Lane," and "The Lane" it was. Back of the two gardens was another high wooden fence; and behind the fence was a row of maples bordering a street. Sally knew it was a street because she could see, over the top of the fence, the fronts of two houses on the other side of it. "Oh, dear!" she sighed. "There doesn't seem to be anything very interesting here, does there, Charlie? You can't even see farther than across the street. I suppose Cousin Martha wouldn't like it if we should dig, for there isn't any place to dig but the garden." Charlie began to whimper. At this moment there came a thump on the fence at the corner of the Lane. The thumping continued, in a rhythmical manner, as if it were in time with somebody's walking, and progressed slowly along the Lane. Presently there was a double thump at each step, and Sally saw two cloth caps, exactly alike, bobbing up and down, almost disappearing behind the fence at each downward bob. "It looks like twins," she said. "Follow 'em along," said Charlie, in some excitement. "Come on, Sally." So they followed 'em along until the twin caps had got almost opposite the house. Then two shrill voices broke into sudden song. "Monkey married the baboon's sister, Smacked his lips and then he kissed 'er; Kissed so hard he--" Sally had jumped up on the stringer of the fence, just where the caps would be at the next step. "It is, Charlie!" she cried. The owners of the two caps had jumped away with an alacrity born of experience, and had started to run. They looked back and stopped. "Hello!" they cried, together, in surprise. "Is wh--wh--what, Ch--Ch--Charlie?" "Twins," Sally answered in triumph; "aren't you?" The twins nodded. "C--c--course we are," said one. "Any--any--any--b--ody know that." "Wh--wh--what's your n--n--name?" asked the other. "And wh--wh--who's Ch--Ch--Charlie?" "My name is Sally Ladue," replied Sally, "and Charlie's my brother." Charlie popped his head above the fence. "We've come," she continued, thinking that she might save the twins the painful process of speech, "we've come to live here." "W--w--with P--P--Patty H.?" asked one of the twins, in a hoarse whisper.