ait for her."

But Janet was not out. She was sitting in the library window-seat with
Boru in her lap. She saw the girls coming up the street and she
knocked on the window to them and waved.

"I hoped you'd bring Sally back with you," she called as they ran up
the steps. "Auntie Mogs is out and Boru is too sleepy to be very good
company. I almost went over to get Sir Galahad, but I thought they
might know I wasn't you and refuse to give him to me."

Sally had never heard Janet say so much at one time, and she looked at
her with a new interest. Perhaps she was going to be human after all
and without their aid. She devoutly hoped so.

"We came back especially to get you," she replied as she patted Boru.
"Mother wants you to come to tea with her and incidentally us."

"Oh, that will be bully," Janet said, and Phyllis had hard work to
believe her ears.

"What are you reading?" she inquired as a book dropped from Janet's lap.

Janet picked it up and laughed.

"Elsie Dinsmore," she answered, blushing a little. "I found it behind
a shelf in the corner and I have been laughing myself sick over it."

"Laughing?" Phyllis was more surprised than ever. As she remembered
the Elsie Books they were more calculated to make you weep than laugh.

"Yes, Elsie was always going off into corners to cry. I've just
finished the part where her father made her play a hymn on Sunday and
she had to be carried fainting to her room and I don't know just why
but I began to think I was like Elsie and, well, I think I'm cured,"
she ended in confusion.

"Oh, Janet, of all the silly notions!" Phyllis exclaimed. "Since when
have you been going off into corners to weep?"

"Or fainted at hearing music on Sunday?" added Sally.

"Well, I haven't exactly," Janet admitted, "but I have done a lot of
silly sulking, but honestly I didn't realize how silly I was being."

"You never sulked in your whole entire life, Janet Page," Phyllis
protested warmly. "I won't have you saying such a thing."

"Of course not," Sally agreed, no less warmly; "do chuck that silly old
book out of the window and come out for a walk. Bring Boru, too;
mother will adore him."

Janet went upstairs, still laughing, and Sally and Phyllis were left
staring at each other.

"What has come over her?" Sally inquired.

"I don't know and I don't much care," Phyllis answered happily.

Janet was humming as she put on her berry cap and pulled it over at a
rakish angl