We 'll be home in twenty minutes . '' `` Home ! '' groaned Anne . `` You mean we 'll be in some horrible boardinghouse , in a still more horrible hall bedroom , looking out on a dingy back yard . '' `` It is n't a horrible boardinghouse , Anne-girl . Here 's our cab . Hop in -- the driver will get your trunk . Oh , yes , the boardinghouse -- it 's really a very nice place of its kind , as you 'll admit tomorrow morning when a good night 's sleep has turned your blues rosy pink . It 's a big , old-fashioned , gray stone house on St. John Street , just a nice little constitutional from Redmond . It used to be the ` residence ' of great folk , but fashion has deserted St. John Street and its houses only dream now of better days . They 're so big that people living in them have to take boarders just to fill up . At least , that is the reason our landladies are very anxious to impress on us . They 're delicious , Anne -- our landladies , I mean . '' `` How many are there ? '' `` Two . Miss Hannah Harvey and Miss Ada Harvey . They were born twins about fifty years ago . '' `` I ca n't get away from twins , it seems , '' smiled Anne . `` Wherever I go they confront me . '' `` Oh , they 're not twins now , dear .
After they reached the age XXXXX thirty they never were twins again .
At Redmond about as boarders from in of on to