Janet did not bother to tell her that she had battled with those same waves in a leaky boat not half an hour ago, for she knew Mrs. Blake would not understand the importance of replacing a certain book in a certain shelf, nor would she see anything funny in the sight of a torn straw hat lying beside a pair of old gloves. But Janet had a very vivid imagination, and she had rowed over that morning to the Kingdom in order to replace the animal book and further to confuse the mysterious boy, she had left his hat on the library table. Her only regret was that she would not be there to see his expression when he found it. There could be no doubt now that he knew the secrets of the deserted house--the hat and book proved it. But Janet, remembering the look in his gray eyes and the way he had patted Roy, could not find it in her heart to be angry. A bright fire burned in the rectory living room, and Alice and Mildred were sitting beside it. They were still working over the green bunting. Janet's heart sank. She hated to sew, for her fingers, in spite of Martha's patient teachings, insisted on acting like thumbs. "What would you like to do, my dear?" Mrs. Blake inquired sweetly. "Will you help the girls or would you rather do something else?" "I'll do whatever you like," Janet said hesitatingly, "but I think perhaps I could do something else better than I could sew. I'm not very good at sewing, you see." Alice and Mildred looked up in shocked surprise. "Don't you like to sew?" Mildred said incredulously. Janet flushed. "No, I don't," she said bluntly. "How odd!" Mildred and Alice exclaimed together. "We love it." "Daughters!" Mrs. Blake warned, for she had caught the suggestion of scorn in their voices, and she was quick to notice Janet's flush. At that moment the door from the dining-room opened, and Mrs. Todd entered. Her cheeks were flushed, and her narrow little eyes seemed brighter than ever. "Morning everybody," she greeted, smiling at Janet. "You look very cozy in here, but you also look very stuffy. What's the matter, Janet!" "Nothing, only I'm afraid I'm not going to be much of a help," Janet confessed. "I don't like to sew, you see." Janet always said "you see" when she was embarrassed. "Neither do I,"--Mrs. Todd laughed. "Had to do too much of it when I was a child." "Perhaps we can find something else for Janet to do," Mrs. Blake interposed. "Why, of course, we can. Come with me, Janet. We'll rig up the fishing pond."