The drive through the twilight was wonderful, for Mrs. Todd let Janet do the driving while she sat back and talked. "You're a funny youngster," she said when they were half way to the village. "You haven't asked me a single question." "About grandmother, do you mean?" Janet laughed. "I didn't have to. You see, you made her let me go and that's all that matters." "Aren't aren't you curious to know how?" Janet shook her head. "Well, I'll tell you. I bullied her. "Your grandmother is a very remarkable woman," she added after a silence that lasted until they were turning into the driveway of the rectory grounds. "I think she is too," Janet said loyally, "and every one is sure to like her when they know and understand her." Mrs. Todd got out at the carriage block. "Bless the child," she said almost tenderly, but a second later, as she was going up the steps, she said in her usual brisk manner, "Come 'round to-morrow and see me; we'll have a chat." Janet gave the horse over to the hired man and walked slowly home. She was so absorbed in her thoughts that she reached the end of the garden wall before she knew it. The sound of an automobile made her hurry to the side of the road. Motors were not very common in Old Chester, for it was away from the beaten track and the roads were very bad. Janet was a little ashamed of her interest in them, but she could never resist staring at them. The one that was approaching now had powerful searchlights, and she watched them, fascinated. It looked as though they were sweeping right on to her very feet. Suddenly they fell across the corner of the garden wall. It was only for a minute, but it was long enough to illuminate a patch of ground and to bring out into sharp relief a torn straw hat and a thick book bound in dull blue, embossed with a gold dog. CHAPTER V NOT LIKE OTHER GIRLS "My dear, you look tired out!" Mrs. Blake exclaimed the next morning, when Janet, very flushed and blown, presented herself at the rectory. "What have you been doing?" "Oh, it's an awfully windy morning, but I'm not really tired," Janet replied. "Yes, it's blowing a gale and it must be hard to walk," Mrs. Blake agreed. "It's bad enough down here, but it must be dreadful up at your house. I can't be glad enough that we are not on the shore; the sound of the waves would depress me so," she added as she gave a little shudder and held the door open for Janet to come in.