Janet looked at him in amazement. It was hard to imagine her grandmother's giving in to anybody, but it was harder still to look at Tom's mouth and imagine anybody not giving in to him. As they had talked, Martha had been busy about the kitchen, and the sound of pots and pans and running water reached the garden. Finally Tom sniffed. "Muffins," he exclaimed, "and I am as hungry as a bear. Come along and let's find breakfast." Martha's excitement and bewilderment were such that it is a wonder everything was not burned for breakfast, but her ability as a cook was greater than any temporary shock, and the breakfast was delicious. Tom and Janet did it full justice. "It is such fun to have some one at the table to talk to," Janet said, and Tom had a sudden vision of her sitting alone year after year in the big dining-room, and once more he called himself a thoroughly selfish brother and choked a little over his coffee. After breakfast Janet went to her grandmother's door and knocked as she had always done. It was all a little different this morning and she hesitated a second on the threshold before she went in. Mrs. Page, propped up as usual by countless pillows, looked smaller and older than ever, and any feeling of resentment that Janet may have felt disappeared and an understanding sympathy took its place. "Good morning, grandmother?" she said as usual. "Have you seen your brother?" Mrs. Page asked a little shakily. "Yes, grandmother, and he told me everything." Janet spoke very gently. "Well, what have you to say about it? Come, speak up," Mrs. Page fidgeted with the bed clothes. "I haven't anything to say," Janet answered. "Of course I am awfully glad really to know Tom and I want more than anything in the world to see my sister." "You do, eh? Very well, you shall; but if you don't like her, don't blame me. I've tried to keep you away from unhappiness but now you may do as you like." Janet thought of the lonely yet happy years, and she laid her hand on her grandmother's that was nervously stroking the sheet. "I know you have, grandmother, and I am very grateful, truly I am; and of course I will love Phyllis," she added with a gay little laugh. Tom was waiting for her in the garden with Boru. "Let's take a walk down to the village. I want to send off a wire and then you can show me the sights," he suggested. "I'll take you over to the big house on the hill,"--Janet was eager to be off. "Get your hat and let's start this minute. Oh, dear, I've so many things to ask you and twice as many to tell you." "Thirteen years' worth,"--Tom laughed, and they set off. It was a glorious day, the wind blew the red-brown leaves in graceful swirls, and the sunshine melted everything to a misty gold.