When my mom told me that my favorite book as a kid was called BillyWhiskers’ Twins and showed me the book, I was surprised because I didn’t remember anything about it. I guess I asked for it to be read to me more than any other book at the time.
Looking at it now, the story seems too long and complicated for a toddler, although I apparently had it when I could write since I wrote my name it the book (so did my brother, Kevin, so maybe he liked it too?). I guess these were the kinds of books written for kids in the 1950s.
I’m only putting this here now because the book itself is falling apart.