[Frontispiece: She jumped and looked up and directly into the grey eyes of the mysterious boy. (_See Page 68_)] JANET A TWIN BY DOROTHY WHITEHILL ILLUSTRATED BY THELMA GOOCH GROSSET & DUNLAP PUBLISHERS NEW YORK Copyright, 1920, by BARSE & CO. MADE IN U. S. A. CONTENTS CHAPTER I A Glimpse of Janet II On the Widows' Wale III Mrs. Todd Intervenes IV Janet's Kingdom V Nor Like Other Girls VI The Fair VII A Stranger in the Kingdom VIII Under Arrest IX The Mysterious Owner X Peter XI Another Letter XII Janet's Passenger XIII The Greatest Surprise in the World XIV A Long Day XV The Day at Last XVI A Day Together XVII At The Rectory for Tea XVIII A Full Cup of Happiness XIX Twins Indeed XX Good-By XXI Conclusion ILLUSTRATIONS She jumped and looked up and directly into the gray eyes of the mysterious boy ... _Frontispiece_ For a long minute there was silence, and then Mrs. Page did something she was rarely ever seen to do; she smiled "You're not teasing me, are you?" she asked, and her voice trembled A keen observer might have thought it odd that he chose the blue chiffon dress to rub against instead of the white one JANET, A TWIN CHAPTER I A GLIMPSE OF JANET It was an every-day sort of a looking road, broad and dusty and flat. It ran straight across the landscape and ended abruptly in a merger of blue sky and sparkling sea. On either side of it sandy soil dotted with clusters of dwarfed scrub oaks stretched out into limitless space. There was an uninteresting sameness about its sunny dustiness that discouraged all hope of adventure. But on a late September afternoon it was the setting of a little scene that marked the turning place in the life of Janet Page. The drowsy quiet was broken first by the short, excited bark of a dog, a crackle of leaves and a snapping of twigs in the scrub oak, and then several things happened in quick succession. A long snake scuttled into the road, a wiry little Irish terrier bounded after it, followed by a whirling fury of starched petticoats, long slender legs and an immense red bow. This was Janet. A tiny cloud of dust curtained them all for a minute; when it settled, it disclosed a rigid tableau. Janet held the dog's collar in one strong little brown hand, and with the other and the aid of one foot she grasped the snake. "Do something!" she demanded excitedly, as she turned angry eyes toward a fat, roly-poly figure that still remained partially hidden by the scrub oak, watching the scene with an expression of fear and distaste in his pale blue eyes. This was Harry Waters. "What do you want me to do?" he asked sulkily. Janet was too much occupied to look at him, but her voice expressed the contempt she felt. "You might take Boru," she suggested. Harry made a wide detour and, snatching the dog, retreated hurriedly back to the side of the road.