But the Blythe twins look jolly . I thought twins always looked alike , but they do n't . I think the red-haired one is the nicest . '' `` I liked their mother 's looks , '' said Una with a little sigh . Una envied all children their mothers . She had been only six when her mother died , but she had some very precious memories , treasured in her soul like jewels , of twilight cuddlings and morning frolics , of loving eyes , a tender voice , and the sweetest , gayest laugh . `` They say she is n't like other people , '' said Jerry . `` Mrs. Elliot says that is because she never really grew up , '' said Faith . `` She 's taller than Mrs. Elliott . '' `` Yes , yes , but it is inside -- Mrs. Elliot says Mrs. Blythe just stayed a little girl inside . '' `` What do I smell ? '' interrupted Carl , sniffing . They all smelled it now . A most delectable odour came floating up on the still evening air from the direction of the little woodsy dell below the manse hill . `` That makes me hungry , '' said Jerry . `` We had only bread and molasses for supper and cold ditto for dinner , '' said Una plaintively . Aunt Martha 's habit was to boil a large slab of mutton early in the week and serve it up every day , cold and greasy , as long as it lasted . To this Faith , in a moment of inspiration , had give the name of `` ditto '' , and by this it was invariably known at the manse . `` Let 's go and see where that smell is coming from , '' said Jerry . They all sprang up , frolicked over the lawn with the abandon of young puppies , climbed a fence , and tore down the mossy slope , guided by the savory lure that ever grew stronger .
A few minutes later they arrived breathlessly XXXXX the sanctum sanctorum of Rainbow Valley where the Blythe children were just about to give thanks and eat .
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