g them.
It's what they call commission."

"No, sir; I don't want any commission," said Ellen firmly. "As long as
those kitties were there, I sold more butter and eggs and fowls than
any one else in the market. I haven't had such a good day not ever
before. And I'll be glad to sell as many kitties as you can bring me."

The Terror pressed her to accept the shilling, but she remained firm.
The Twins rode joyfully home with six shillings.

That night the Terror set his four snares in the hedge of the garden
about the common. He caught three rabbits.

The next morning he was silent and very thoughtful as he helped feed
the kittens and change the bay in the hutches.

At last he said rather sadly: "It's sometimes rather awkward being a
Dangerfield."

"Why?" said Erebus surprised.

"Those rabbits," said the Terror. "I want to sell them. But it's no
good going into Rowington and trying to sell them to a poulterer. Even
if he wanted rabbits--which he mightn't--he'd only give me sixpence
each for them. But if I were to sell them myself _here_, I could get
eightpence, or perhaps ninepence each for them. But, you see, a
Dangerfield can't go about selling things. Uncle Maurice said I had
the makings of a millionaire in me, but a Dangerfield couldn't go into
business. It's the family tradition not to. That's what he said."

"Perhaps he was only rotting," said Erebus hopefully.

"No, he wasn't. I asked Mum, and she said it was the family tradition,
too. I expect that's why we're all so hard up."

"But the squire sells things," said Erebus quickly. "And you can't say
he isn't a gentleman, though the Anstruthers aren't so old as the
Dangerfields."

"Of course, he does. He sells some of his game," said the Terror, in a
tone of great relief. "Game must be all right, and we can easily count
rabbits as game."

Forthwith he proceeded to count rabbits as game; they put the four they
had caught into the baskets of their bicycles and rode out on a tour of
the neighborhood. The Terror went to the back doors of their
well-to-do neighbors and offered his rabbits to their cooks with the
gratifying result that in less than an hour he had sold all four of
them at eightpence each.

They rode home in triumph: the fur stole was moving toward them. They
had already eight shillings and eightpence out of the sixty-three
shillings.

It was sometimes said of the Twins by the carping that they never knew
when to stop; but