She laughed. ‘The two easy roads to success – aim low or get yourself born in Vermont. Yeah, we done alright for a couple of country girls from out here. People used to ask us if we would’ve done so good if we hadn’t been twins. We used to say: How the hell would we know? It was a way of putting us down, really. Saying we had no talent, just looked cute. Anyway, who cares? Being twins was our gimmick, and if that’s what got us the bookings then thank the Lord for it. I ain’t going to look no gift horse in the mouth.’ She gave him back the record and went over to the wood-stove. ‘Here’s your coffee. Want a bit of stew? It’s all I’ve got.’