There was hardly time to pack my bow-ties!
Yesterday morning, I stretched and yawned as daylight crept into my room in the house on the hill. Snuggled up next to my twin, Alexander, I was warm and soft and sleepy.
Miss Cynthia whirled into our room like a dust storm. "Rise and shine!" she called, "We've got a long day ahead."
I tried to rub the sleep from my eyes, and blinked them two or three times. What was this about? I turned to Alexander, but he was as sleepy--and as mystified--as I was.
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