They were out of the wood by now, and she turned to look at her passenger. He was, to judge from the way he had to pull his knees up, a very tall man and certainly he was handsome. His face was burned a dark tan, and his eyes were set far apart and deep in his head. His hat covered most of his hair, but Janet knew it was brown like his eyes. There were lines at his temples that proved, if proof were necessary, that he laughed a good deal. He had big broad shoulders and nice long lean hands, that looked as though he could do almost anything with them. "Well?" he asked, laughing, and Janet realized she had been staring. "I really couldn't help it, you see," she apologized, very much confused. "Why, I've forgotten to ask you where you wanted to go?" she added. "To a hotel if there is one," the man replied. "Oh, but there isn't," Janet laughed. "We have a boarding house where most every one stays. The post mistress keeps it, but I'm afraid you won't like it very much." The man considered for a minute or so, and then smiled and shrugged. "Then I must take the chance of being mistaken for a tramp in these dusty clothes and go straight home." "Where's home?" Janet inquired. "I don't like to be inquisitive, but we are almost to Main Street now." "Not at all, I didn't realize I hadn't introduced myself. I'm Tom Page; perhaps you know my little sister Janet." Whatever Janet did no one will ever know, but Clinker, and he showed his disapproval of it by almost jumping over the shafts. If Tom had not caught the reins and made him come to order he might have succeeded in running away. "Well, well, what happened?" he inquired, when Clinker was walking quietly again. "I didn't see anything to frighten the animal, did you?" "I--I did it," Janet gasped. "Can't you see! I'm Janet, and you--oh, I know I'm dreaming." "You!" It was Tom's turn to be surprised. "Why, you can't be. Janet is just a youngster and you are a very grown up young person." "But I'm Janet just the same, and, well--how do you do, Tom; I'm very glad to see you." She held out her hand. "Bless your heart!" Tom put his arm around her and in spite of Clinker gave her a hearty kiss. "What luck for us to meet like this!"--he laughed--"and I had pictured it so differently, and you are just about fifty times as nice as I thought you were going to be." "Well," Janet sighed happily, "you certainly are heaps nicer than _I_ thought you were going to be." They turned the corner by the rectory, and Clinker, without asking any one's permission, turned in at the gate. "We will have to leave the horse here," Janet explained. "He belongs to Mrs. Todd. I was just doing an errand for her." "Mrs. Todd." Tom was thoughtful. "I seem to remember her--oh, yes,"--and he laughed. "I'd like to meet her." "But she's in Boston," Janet replied. "She's only visiting at the rectory."