"Indeed. I am sorry to disappoint you, but so long as you live under my roof, you will have to conform to the ways of my household." "Then, mother, we can not stay under your roof." "As you please! I leave the choice entirely to you." She swept out, leaving them breathless but resolute. "I am glad of it!" said Dora with trembling lips. In explaining their absence at dinner, Mrs. Baldwin was lightly humorous about the twins' devotion: one could not weather a headache without the other. Mr. White and Mr. Morton exchanged glances, and showed interest in the topic, as if they were on the track of some new sociological fact. Later in the evening, the twins, their spirits restored, stole to the top of the stairs and peered down at the whirling couples, exultant not to be among them. Mr. White was standing just below, and he glanced up, as if he might have been listening. His face brightened. "May I come up?" he signaled, and mounted two steps at a time, keen interest in his thin, intellectual face. "Is it really headache, or is it revolution?" he asked without preface. "Morton and I have been longing to know, all the evening." "Revolution," said the twins. "How very interesting! Do you know, we came to-night just to see if you would be there. You--you staggered us, the other evening. We were glad when you didn't appear--if you won't misunderstand. It is so unexpected, in this environment. I shall be curious to see how far you can carry it out." He was leaning against the banister, looking at them as if they were abstract propositions rather than young girls, and they felt unwontedly at ease. "To the very end," Dora asserted. "We begin teaching Monday, and--and we have to find a place to board." Her color rose a little, but she smiled. "That _is_ plucky," he commented. "We can help you there; I know a number of places. When do you want to move?" "To-morrow," they answered in unison. He consulted an engagement-book, reflected a few moments, then made a note. "Morton or I will call for you to-morrow at three," he announced with business-like brevity. "I think I know just the place, but we will give you a choice. If you really wish to move in at once, you could have your things packed, ready to be sent for." "Oh, we do!" said Cora. He glanced meditatively at their fine and glowing faces. "Of course you won't be comfortable, luxurious, as you are here," he warned them, with a nod toward the great paneled hall. Mrs. Baldwin passed the drawing-room door below with the stately tread of a reviewing officer. "Oh, we don't care!" they exclaimed eagerly. The next day their mother treated the twins as if they were not. She spoke no word to them and did not seem to hear their husky little efforts at reconciliation. They found it hard to remember persistently that they were revolutionists rather than children in disgrace. She was unapproachable in her own room when Mr. White and Mr. Morton came for them.