"What are you doing anyway?"--Harry interrupted her musings. She gave a characteristic little shrug and jumped up. "Nothing much," she replied, laughing. Harry had been doing some thinking himself for the last few minutes, and he had come to the decision that it never paid to get mad at Janet, for no matter how cross you acted she never even bothered to notice you. So it was with a very different tone of voice that he asked as she started for home: "Do you care if I go along with you?" "No, come on if you want to," Janet replied, and together they walked down the path. "Let's stop at the post office," Janet suggested, her thoughts, in spite of her determination to forget it, still on the letter. As they neared the little, low, red-brick building almost covered by dark green ivy that served as post office and general store for Old Chester, they noticed a horse and cart with bright yellow wheels drawn up at the curb. The harness was new and shining, and the horse, a beautiful sorrel with slender legs, tossed his head impatiently. "Why, who does that belong to?" Janet exclaimed. "Dunno," Harry was not particularly interested. "Guess it's Mrs. Todd's. I heard mother talking about her last night. She is visiting at the rectory, 'cause she's a cousin or something of Mrs. Blake's." The door of the post office opened and he lowered his voice. "Here she comes now." Janet looked up and saw a tall, mannish-looking woman, dressed in a rough serge suit and heavy boots, coming toward them. She had on a soft gray felt hat without any trimming, and she carried a market basket over her arm. Her eyes were small but they were so very blue and penetrating that Janet felt they must be making holes in the back of her head. "Hello, whose children are you?" she demanded rather than asked as she put her basket into the cart She turned to Harry. "You're Harry Waters. I know but you." She scrutinized Janet, and suddenly her face softened and she put one big hand on her slender shoulder. "You're a Page," she said. "The Pages all have straight short noses. Wait a minute and let me think. Haven't you a sister?" Janet shook her head and smiled. It was a merry smile, for she suddenly realized that she liked this queer, outspoken woman very much. "No, I haven't a sister," she replied. "I wish I had. I have a brother and a grandmother, and I think that's all, except Boru." She looked down at the dog who was sniffing at the stranger's skirts. "Your horse is a beauty," she added shyly. "Like him? So do I. Suppose you drive me home; that is, to the rectory. I am staying there, and my name is Ann Todd. Here you are! Jump in, Harry. If you can wind up those fat legs of yours you will just fit in the back."