Let's
fix some."
Dot thought he was playing a joke on her, but when he finally made her
understand, she was willing to wear a newspaper or two and be cozy.
"Oh, we want more than one or two," said Twaddles, who liked a heaping
measure of everything. "Come on down cellar and you fix me and I'll
fix you."
Norah kept all the old newspapers in the cellar, in a corner, and every
three weeks a man came around and bought them.
"I don't know exactly how to do it, but you stand still and I'll tie
them on," directed Twaddles.
He had brought a ball of cord with him and now he went to work to wrap
the papers around the plump Dot. He opened them out wide and she held
them around her by using her arms till he had a quantity of the sheets
rolled about her. Then he took his string and wound that around her
several times and tied it in a strong knot.
"I don't see how I can get my sweater and coat on over this," objected
Dot when she was declared "finished."
"Oh, they'll go on all right," the cheerful Twaddles assured her. "Now
do me--put on lots of papers, so I won't be cold."
Dot obediently wrapped papers around him till he was twice his usual
chubby size and looked very odd indeed. Then she tied several
thicknesses of the cord about him and he too was ready for the long
drive.
"We rattle when we walk," said Twaddles, "but I guess that is all
right."
They found some pictures that interested them, in the papers remaining
on the floor and they stayed in the cellar till, to their surprise,
they heard quick feet running overhead and Meg's voice in the kitchen.
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