It would be hard to say just what either Peter or Janet imagined the owner of the deserted house to resemble. Janet, when she thought of the place as belonging to any one but herself, usually pictured a modern King Arthur who would admit her claims as princess without hesitation. Peter knew that it was a house that his father would have loved, and he thought of the owner as a quiet gray-haired man in consequence. They were neither of them prepared to see a woman. "Mrs. Todd!" Janet after a stupefied second fairly shouted the name, and it was Peter's turn to be astonished. He looked from one to the other and blushed a little; he realized it might be difficult to explain to a woman, for Peter knew nothing about women. Mrs. Todd did not say anything. She stood in the doorway and laughed and laughed. "Is it really your house?" Janet stammered, and she nodded. "Yes, it's my house, and perhaps you can tell me, for Mr. Simpson's benefit, what you two were doing in it." Peter looked at Janet, and she started the explanation. "We weren't doing anything just when he found us," she said, "except waiting for the rain to stop, but this wasn't the only time we've been there. You see, I found it first, oh, ages ago, and I used to row over and read in the Kingdom--I mean the library--" "What did you call it?" Mrs. Todd interrupted. "Oh, that was just my name for it. I always thought of it as 'The Enchanted Kingdom' because of all the wonderful books first and then because it was so old and deserted and spooky." Janet looked at Peter and he nodded encouragement. "I only met Peter the other day; it was the very day of the fair. I came over because--" "I know; go on about Peter," Mrs. Todd put in. "He was fixing the roof, and he dropped a piece of tin down on my nose, and then, well, of course we began to talk, and he said he had found the books, too, and so we went into the Kingdom, and it was Peter that made me go back to the fair in spite of--" Janet stopped, confused. Mrs. Todd surveyed the two before her. There was nothing left of her laughter but the tiniest twinkle in her bright blue eyes. She snapped open her old-fashioned watch, looked at the time, and snapped it shut again. "It's late," she said. "Janet, I'll drive you home. Where do you live?"--she turned to Peter. "At Blunt's farm. I work there," he answered her. "Humm, well, you won't have far to go. Good-by. I'll see you again, and thanks for mending my roof," she added, as Peter hurried to the door. He smiled at her over his shoulder. Janet went with him as far as the gate. "It's funny, isn't it!" she laughed; "and of course she understands." "Guess she does," Peter admitted. "Good-by." "Until next time," Janet added.