Six-year-old Davy Keith sat on the front porch steps with his arms wrapped around his knees, tears streaming down his face. Mrs. Spot had just sent him outside with his heart broken. He had spent all morning picking flowers to cheer him Mama up. She had been so upset since Papa had died. Mrs. Spot, what a dumb name Davy thought, had told him not to clutter up the room with weeds besides nothing could help his mother.

His twin sister Dora crept around the house. She had been putting a bow on the new barn kittens to take in and show Mama when she heard what Mrs. Spot said to Davy. Dora sat down next to him and started to cry, also.

"Promise me you will never leave me," Davy choked.

"Where would I go?"

"Don't care. Just Promise Clasp you will never leave me."

The twins had delighted their parents from their first days by interlacing their fingers together as they slept in their crib. This had evolved until now. Whenever something was particularly important, they laced their fingers together as they made any important decisions.

Dora and Davy laced their fingers together and in unison said, "We promise to never leave each other."

Swallowing hard, Marilla Cuthbert watched the twins as she came to the front door. She and Matthew had been in their thirties when their parents died. The carriage accident had been a devastating shock, even if they knew how to take care of themselves, the doing… Her heart broke watching the two babies experience the same thing.

"Davy, Dora, I need to talk to you. How would you like to come live with me at Green Gables? Anne is at school all day. I could use the company."

"We can't stay here?" Davy asked.

"No, the farm has to be sold to pay the bills, but I have a farm."

"Can I bring my kittens?" Dora pleaded.

Marilla smiled. Five years of living with Anne had taught her how important some things were. "Of course, you can bring anything you want with you."

The twins and Marilla spent the next couple days preparing for the funeral and packing the house. Occasionally it crossed Marilla's mind to wonder what Rachel would say about her adopting her second and third orphan as well as a litter of cats.

On Saturday, the twins climbed into the buggy with Marilla. Davy spent the entire ride wanting to know about everything and trying to get the horse to canter. Dora curled up in the back seat to stroke her kittens. Marilla breathed a sigh of relief that one child could behave.

Soon they arrived at the old farmhouse. Anne came rushing out. "Welcome home, Marilla! The cow stayed out of Mr. Harrison's field while you were gone. Hello, children! You're twins! Well, that is my lot in life." This was said in Anne's best teacher voice. "I made dinner. Do you like cold chicken and raspberry cordial."

At Marilla's raised eyebrows, Anne added, "Yes, I checked, and it is raspberry cordial."

"The men with the wagon will be here after we eat. Children, please go in and wash up. Anne, can you show them where to go?"

In a brief amount of time, the were gathered around the table.

Marilla explained, "We will unpack after we are done here. Davy, you can fill the wood box with Anne. Dora can help me with the dishes. Davy will have the West Gable room. Dora will share my room with me. After, "

"No," Dora interrupted.

Anne and Marilla stared. It was the first work besides a couple 'thank yous' the girl had spoken since she entered the house.

"No, we will share the West room. We Promise Clasped we would always be together."

Davy chimed in, "Promise Clasps can't be broken!"

Marilla started, "As I said before, Dora will be…"

Anne joined in, "Marilla imagine you are a six-year-old in a strange place with strange people. Wouldn't you want to have stayed with Matthew?"

Again, Marilla started, "I don't think…"

Again, Anne interrupted, "Don't think. Imagine!"

"Davy and I will stay in the same room," Dora stated matter of factly.

Anne and Marilla exchanged a look. It was clear this little girl wasn't going to be swayed.

Marilla stood up and started clearing the table. "I guess for now, it won't hurt."

Anne began to help. "Dora, Davy, let's hurry and unpack the wagon. Then I'll show you Violet Vale, Willowmere and the Lake of Shining Waters. There is so much scope for imagination there."