Tripping with the Tucker Twins

her to dance. I had been patience itself, so my friends declared, and I am glad

itical situation and I am thinking about sending myself. If I do, I am going to take all of you. I have written your father, Page, and an answer came

, goody! Where w

s I have to do some knocking around, but it will n

had sent me a check for necessary clothes, and the

ike and pass for triplets! It would be

up lately is about orphan asylums. Chauffeurs and orphans and aviators form the theme for every book or magazine story

n wear each other's. I

will make my freckles show on my nose too much. M

in Virginia and Zebedee says he like

ure I don't want them. What co

't stand right now. I want something dashing and indicative of

ed

s kind of widowish and widows when they get into lavender are always out for a good time. I tell you when widows get to widding they are mighty attractiv

lea before you kill

grow in a widow's peak on your forehead if yo

You are only seve

ow what style suits me best. W

me style in brown and I in green. We deviated in hats, however, and each girl thought her own was the prettiest, which is a great test of

since we were going to South Carolina we bravely donned our new suit

hew," he said as he settled us in our section. The three of us girls were to occupy o

three gray hairs in your

ally when I was with them I seemed to be a member of the family. He treated me with a little more d

er, at least, Dum slept. I was conscious of much jerking and bumping of the t

in the morning we ran through a fine big thunder storm, and then torrents of rain descended, beating against th

uestion. Tweedles and I regretted our new spring suits and straw hats, but since we had been so fool

it should have been dawn, but it was as dark as pitch

of the one at Gresham. Other travelers were there ahead of us and as every

to one of the few and far between lamp posts. But it was generally very dim and would have been dreary had we not been in a fram

etter lighted streets

n. "Doesn't that sound romantic? Do y

just means the many churches that ab

ach all night and was much rumpled and tousled therefrom. She seemed to belong to the pompous old gentleman, at least I gathered as much, as I had seen him meet her at the station and noticed he gave her a fatherly peck of greeting. Not a word did they utter however on that bumpy bus ride, and although the two pale old ladies in crêpe veils had stiffly inclined their shrouded heads as father and daughter e

hard to be limber on a wet morning and an empty stomach. When one has

He held on to his stomach with both hands, an expression of indignation on his pompous counten

id not show it. A crisp "I beg your pardon!" was all she said as she resumed her seat. She did pull the crêpe veil entirely over her face, however, as though to conceal from the vulgar gaze any emotion that she might have fe

e. I saw through the window that both ladies put back their stuffy veils and that the old gentleman relaxed his dignified bearing somewhat and entered in

be we will see her aga

I sat," declared Zebedee. "Her old f

and that the cooking was quite good. It had been built years before the famous earthquake, and had still marks of that calamity. The floors,

ere picturesque doors, and walls with mysterious shuttered windows, where one could occasionally see eyes peering forth.

substantial rockers into which Dum sank to rest her weary bones until breakfast. The chair was pointed down-hill and over

Tower of Pisa!" she excla

living on such a slant. But isn't it fascinating? As soon as breakfast is over, let's go out and explore. I want to

ything is shut, I want to peep in.

he saw in Zebedee the possibilities of a liberal tip. In South Carolina there is a law against tipping. In all of the rooms of

hey feel that the servants have earned some little acknowledgment of their faithful services, go on tipping just as though no law had been made," said Zebedee, as he

your way around and seek out the wonders of Char

worry about us!" t

" said Dee, "so we can get our bearings

hen get a map and guide book to verify us.

you walk south down Meeting you come to the Battery. You can't get lost and can't get in any trouble unless you try to climb the spiked fences or get over the wa

not been in the rain we would not have believed it could have come d

m the outside. It would be low of us to do the graveyards and things wit

e truth that Mr. Tucker was especially fond of poking aro

some of them in perfect repair, brave in fresh paint, with trimmed hedges and gravel walks in their lovely old gardens that we could see by peering through the wrought-iron gates. So

spikes across the top or ferocious broken bottles cemented to the bricks. The windows, opening on the street, are kept shuttered closely, and iron bars give you to understand that there is no breaking into Charleston society by night or day. The corners of the houses, where the porches are, al

on the street in the morning, so we were afterwards told. We met several darkies crying their wares and saw an occasional housewife making a furtive purchase from some

difficult to understand. It is very different from the speech of our Virginia negroes. They seem

alling, and followed him down the street trying to find out. He held up high on his open

Shrimpy! Rah, ra

are you selli

rimp! Buysome, Miss

squirming ware

hing with raw shrimps,"

ssy lak nig s

ld high his basket of squirming raw shrimps an

rimpy; rah,

s Shrimp

ar de Shrim

come

rimpy; rah,

l heap d

e my gal d

n' by

rimpy; rah,

cooks i

ller 'I g

tunnin

oing a very foolish thing, as ever after during our stay in Charles