appy. But, oh, dear, suppose she isn't?
Suppose she is homesick for Old Chester. Perhaps she'll just hate the
city. If she does--oh, Auntie Mogs, if she does, I think I shall die."

This time Miss Carter did not smile.

"Phyllis dear," she said kindly, "do you love Janet?"

Phyllis stared in amazement. "Love her? Why, of course I do! I
simply adore her. Isn't she my twin, and haven't I wanted her all my
life?"

Her aunt nodded. "Then I wouldn't worry," she said kindly. "Poor
little Janet has had very little real love in her life, and I think she
will be very happy to be with people who do love her. You must
remember, dear, that although it was wonderful for you to find Janet,
it was just as wonderful for her to find you. I think it was even more
wonderful perhaps, for she was very lonely and you never were. Don't
worry about her not liking her room or the city. Just love her and her
happiness will take care of itself."

Phyllis jumped up and kissed her aunt.

"Oh, Auntie Mogs, you always smooth things out," she exclaimed
joyfully. "They ought to make you President of the United States, they
really ought."

"Mercy me, don't say it out loud,"--Miss Carter laughed. "Some one
might hear you and take your advice. Now, go out for a walk and come
back for tea with pink cheeks, you look tired out. And no matter how
much you worry and fume, Janet won't get here a minute sooner than
three o'clock on Wednesday."

"And that's a whole day and a half off,"--Phyllis sighed as she left
the room to get ready for her walk.

Miss Carter looked thoughtfully into the fire for many minutes after
she had gone. Her advice to love Janet was sound, but in her own heart
she knew that Phyllis's doubts were not without foundation.

It had been just a little over a month ago that news had come from Tom,
Phyllis's older brother, that Mrs. Page had at last given in and was
willing to let Janet, whom she had cared for ever since she had been a
baby, see her twin sister Phyllis whom Miss Carter had brought up.
Many years before Mrs. Page had insisted that the twins be separated,
and because Phyllis bore her mother's name and Mrs. Page cruelly blamed
her daughter-in-law for the tragic accident that had resulted in both
parents' death, she had chosen to keep Janet with her. Thirteen years
had passed, and neither of the girls had dreamed of the other's
existence; perhaps they had dreamed, but they had never expected their
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