Thursday was the bad one, her tantrums were legendary. When her demands were not met her shriek could be heard clear into town. Prone to biting and thrashing, many a nanny packed up mid-shift to escape the wicked girl. Her hair was jet black, and she chewed her fingernails terribly.

Tuesday was the good one, or so she led us to think. Her bouts of mischief were well concealed behind a charming and pouting facade. It was often on her subtle encouragement that Thursday would throw her fits , always the secret hand behind the crime. Her hair was the whitest blond, but her eyes were limpid dark pools.