We took one each, and Aunt Lucretia smiled. "Feel better? Well, you’d better stop at that! Another one might make you see double—directly—and that would be horrible—twins! Why, Jack, I’ve known men to be driving along, single, and after taking two of these to swear they were driving a span! One more makes them think they are holding a four-in-hand! Now, that boy of yours," she began, "why, Jack, I wouldn’t have him divided up into twins for anything." We stopped and looked quickly up. The old doctor was smiling at us. He had slipped into the room while we were talking. "You have missed it, Miss Lucretia," he said, pouring out a half-glass for himself and taking it straight. "Phew! But I need a bracer myself after all that! It’s a girl, Jack, a most beautiful, bloodlike little girl." "Jack!" cried my Aunt, throwing up both hands, "Jack, get out of my sight! But we’ll drink to her," she added gamely. And we did. "Two of them!" cried the doctor, warmly shaking my hand. "Two beautiful little girls, Jack! My boy, I congratulate you! And the mother is doing fine, just tickled to death and begging me to let you come in at once!" "Heaven help us!" cried my Aunt Lucretia, with feigned anger, but real exultation shining in her eyes. "Twin colts never amount to a hill of beans. We’ll go in directly, Doctor, and drown one of them; it will give the other a chance in life." I turned quickly. "Hand me that glass, Doctor," I said firmly. "I am never going to be partial to my little ones. We’ve drunk to the first one, here’s to the second!" "Yes, even in our disappointment let us be just," said my Aunt, joining me. And we drank to the second one, my Aunt laughing, pleased for all her seeming anger. But my own heart was pounding under me with the same gripping in my throat that I had felt as I stood on the deck of the Indiana and, looking up, beheld Old Glory above me.... They were lying together by their mother, pink and white little creatures, with heads quite hairless, and blue eyes that were already smiling as plain as could be, twinkling, fun-loving eyes, which said, then, as they have always said, "_It’s a joke on Daddy we’ve played!_" Eloise, lying smiling by them, was holding out her arms to me. "I am quite comfortable, and oh, so happy, Jack!" she whispered as I kissed her again and again. "You can’t love them both better than you do me! And please don’t inspect them too closely, Daddy," she went on, "for you know what old Josh Billings said: ’_There is two things no man is ever prepared for—twins!_’ So we’ve had to dress up one of them in Aunt Lucretia’s old flannel skirt and a crash towel, but she’s just as sweet as the other one and so like her own, sweet daddy!"