his head, so frugal of hair, didn’t do justice to the lace and linen of a pillow prepared for the hairier head of, again at least, a prima donna.  And finding he couldn’t sleep, and wishing to see the stars he put on his spectacles, and then looked more out of place than ever.  But as nobody was there to see him,—­which, Mr. Twist sometimes thought when he caught sight of himself in his pyjamas at bed-time, is one of the comforts of being virtuously unmarried,—­nobody minded.

His reflections were many and various, and they conflicted with and contradicted each other as the reflections of persons in a difficult position who have Mr. Twist’s sort of temperament often do.  Faced by a dribbling teapot, an object which touched none of the softer emotions, Mr. Twist soared undisturbed in the calm heights of a detached and concentrated intelligence, and quickly knew what to do with it; faced by the derelict Annas his heart and his tenderness got in the ways of any clear vision.

About three o’clock in the morning, when his mind was choked and strewn with much pulled-about and finally discarded plans, he suddenly had an idea.  A real one.  As far as he could see, a real good one.  He would place the Annas in a school.

Why shouldn’t they go to school? he asked himself, starting off answering any possible objections.  A year at a first-rate school would give them and everybody else time to consider.  They ought never to have left school.  It was the very place for luxuriant and overflowing natures like theirs.  No doubt Acapulco had such a thing as a finishing school for young ladies in it, and into it the Annas should go, and once in it there they should stay put, thought Mr. Twist in vigorous American, gathering up his mouth defiantly.

Down these lines of thought his relieved mind cantered easily.  He would seek out a lawyer the next morning, regularize his position to the twins by turning himself into their guardian, and then get them at once into the best school there was.  As their guardian he could then pay all their expenses, and faced by this legal fact they would, he hoped, be soon persuaded of the propriety of his paying whatever there was to pay.

Mr. Twist was so much pleased by his idea that he was able to go to sleep after that.  Even three months’ school—­the period he gave Mrs. Dellogg for her acutest grief—­would do.  Tide them over.  Give them room to turn round in.  It was a great solution.  He took off his spectacles, snuggled down into his rosy nest, and fell asleep with the instantaneousness of one whose mind is suddenly relieved.

But when he went down to breakfast he didn’t feel quite so sure.  The twins didn’t look, somehow, as though they would want to go to school.  They had been busy with their luggage, and had unpacked one of the trunks for the first time since leaving Aunt Alice, and in honour of the heat and sunshine and the heavenly smell of heliotrope that was in the warm air, had put on white summer frocks.