When we last left Helen and Harry, they were in the attempts of sabotaging Susan's painting...
"No way! I thought I made this clear. I am NOT standing on top of those rickety containers." And Helen stamped her foot.
"Then how are we going to get them down?"
"You are going to. I am going to lift you up there."
Harry groaned, but relented. With a mighty heave, Helen pushed Harry on the top container. He grabbed the paints and Susan's beautiful picture, handed them to Helen and jumped to the ground with a great thud. Fortunately for them, no one seemed to notice.
Harry set the poster on the easel, while Helen opened the paints and located the brushes Susan had conveniently left in the mug of water.
After they had been painting for a while, and the beautiful picture Susan had made was only somewhat visible, Harry turned to look at Helen's work.
"My strokes are better than yours," he bragged.
"You shouldn't use such a big word that you don't know the meaning of, and besides, mine are prettier," Helen corrected.
"No they're not!"
"Yes they are!"
"Nuh-uh!"
"Yeah-huh!"
Then they began shouting at each other, and Harry started to paint Helen's face, then Helen painted his.
Mother heard them shouting, and sighed, "I better go see what the twins are up to."
But when she reached the stairs, to her chagrin, she realized the screams were coming from Susan's room.
When Harry and Helen heard Mother's gentle, firm footsteps coming up the stairs, they froze.
Will Helen and Harry be caught? What will Mother say? Will the twins get their just deserts?
To be continued...
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