It was only a fortnight after this that the inn was ready to be opened, and it was only during the first days of this fortnight that the party in the shanty had to endure any serious discomfort.  The twins didn’t mind the physical discomfort at all; what they minded, and began to mind almost immediately, was the spiritual discomfort of being at such close quarters with Mrs. Bilton.  They hardly noticed the physical side of that close association in such a lovely climate, where the whole of out-of-doors can be used as one’s living-room; and their morning dressing, a difficult business in the shanty for anybody less young and more needing to be careful, was rather like the getting up of a dog after its night’s sleep—­they seemed just to shake themselves, and there they were.

They got up before Mrs. Bilton, who was, however, always awake and talking to them while they dressed, and they went to bed before she did, though she came up with them after the first night and read aloud to them while they undressed; so that as regarded the mysteries of Mrs. Bilton’s toilette they were not, after all, much in her way.  It was like caravaning or camping out:  you managed your movements and moments skilfully, and if you were Mrs. Bilton you had a curtain slung across your part of the room, in case your younger charges shouldn’t always be asleep when they looked as if they were.

Gradually one alleviation was added to another, and Mrs. Bilton forgot the rigours of the beginning.  Li Koo arrived, for instance, fetched by a telegram, and under a tent in the eucalyptus grove at the back of the house set up an old iron stove and produced, with no apparent exertion, extraordinarily interesting and amusing food.  He went into Acapulco at daylight every morning and did the marketing.  He began almost immediately to do everything else in the way of housekeeping.  He was exquisitely clean, and saw to it that the shanty matched him in cleanliness.  To the surprise and gratification of the twins, who had supposed it would be their lot to go on doing the housework of the shanty, he took it over as a matter of course, dusting, sweeping, and tidying like a practised and very excellent housemaid.  The only thing he refused to do was to touch the three beds in the upper chamber.  “Me no make lady-beds,” he said briefly.

Li Koo’s salary was enormous, but Mr. Twist, with a sound instinct, cared nothing what he paid so long as he got the right man.  He was, indeed, much satisfied with his two employees, and congratulated himself on his luck.  It is true in regard to Mrs. Bilton his satisfaction was rather of the sorrowful sort that a fresh ache in a different part of one’s body from the first ache gives:  it relieved him from one by substituting another.  Mrs. Bilton overwhelmed him; but so had the Annas begun to.  Her overwhelming, however, was different, and freed him from that other worse one.  He felt safe now about the Annas, and after all there were parts of