llis laughed--"but we hope
it will be a substitute."

For the rest of the day Janet tried to say some of the things that
seemed to be bursting her heart. It was not as easy for her to enthuse
as it was for Phyllis, but her eyes shone in the firelight as she sat
beside Tommy on the sofa and listened to her aunt make plans for the
coming week.

Phyllis need have had no fears, for there was not a moment spared in
regret for the four-poster bed. How could there be, when such a pink
and white nest awaited her? She undressed that night still in a half
dream.

"Janet, have you gone to sleep yet?" Phyllis's voice called through
the dark, long after the house had quieted down for the night.

Janet sat up and laughed joyously.

"No," she whispered back, "I'm afraid to."

CHAPTER V

SCHOOL

Two big old-fashioned drawing-rooms thrown into one made the study hall
at Miss Harding's school. It was not a bit like an ordinary
schoolroom, for a fireplace filled one corner of it, books and pictures
covered the walls, and in every window flowers nodded. Only the rows
of double desks bespoke study.

On the Monday after Janet's arrival there was a suppressed current of
excitement in the air. At the slightest sound from the hall every eye
turned expectantly toward the door.

Phyllis was sitting in her old seat beside Muriel Grey; but the old
feeling of friendship that had always existed between the two was
missing, and it was to Sally Ladd that Phyllis turned for sympathy.

Sally was sitting just behind her, and she took advantage of every
glance that Miss Baxter, who was on duty at the desk, cast in any other
direction.

"Aunt Jane's poll parrot," she whispered excitedly, "if she doesn't
come soon I shall expire." Phyllis nodded and looked again at the door.

Janet was with Miss Harding in her office upstairs. The principal was
deciding the grade she had better enter, and to Phyllis the decision
was all important. Although she would never have admitted it to any
one, the thought of Janet in any class but her own made her miserable.

As for the rest of the girls, they were all eager and curious to see
the new twin, as Sally insisted upon calling Janet. Eleanor and
Rosamond had already met her. Sally had been in bed with a cold when
Phyllis had called up to ask her to luncheon, and she was still waiting
for her first glimpse of her.

At last the door opened and Janet came into the room. It was an
entirel