"It's lucky you spoke of her or we might have forgotten to give you a message she sent you in a letter to mother," Mildred said. "She said to tell you that you could drive Clinker any time you liked and that she would be very glad to have you exercise him." "How sweet of her!" Janet exclaimed. "She knows I love to drive. I'll come this very afternoon and take him out." "We have our own horse, you know." Alice spoke with condescension, although Janet knew quite well that only the rector ever drove the ancient gray mare that kept Clinker company in the rectory barn. "I was tired of driving long ago," Mildred upheld her sister. "I wish father would buy an automobile." "Do you?" Janet asked. "I don't believe I could ever love an automobile." Mildred looked at her in surprise and turned to her sister. "We must go, Alice," she said. "Good-by, Janet; don't forget to bring your sister to tea." "No, I won't, and thank you ever so much." Janet watched her visitors until they reached the shore road below the house. She marveled at the easy way in which they spoke of Phyllis and called her "your sister" when she herself found it so hard to grow accustomed to the relationship. Finally she went back to her work. The room that Phyllis and her aunt were to have was long and low ceilinged. It ran the length of the front of the house. Six latticed windows opened to the south and looked over the bay below. It was a quaint room, hung in faded chintz and furnished with heavy old mahogany. Janet was doing her best to make it shine. "I'll put some asters in a bowl on the table," she said to Boru, who was watching operations from the doorway, "and then I think we will be all ready. Are you going to like your new sister?" she asked laughingly, as she dropped to her knee beside him and rubbed her cheek against his shaggy coat. "You must, you know, because she's my twin, but you mustn't love her as much as you do me." Boru got up and walked away, as though he considered that the only way to answer such a silly remark. Janet sat on the floor where he had left her and cradled her chin in her hand and gave herself up to sudden gloomy speculation. Suppose Phyllis turned out to be like Alice and Mildred! The very idea chilled her, and she stared dismally at the pretty room. "I don't suppose she'll have to like me just because she's my sister," she said aloud; "perhaps she'll think I'm different too, or maybe she'll think I'm countrified. Oh, dear, I almost wish she were not coming." Boru came back and snuggled into her lap, and they sat quiet, both busy with their own thoughts until Martha interrupted them. "There you are, Miss Janet. I knew you'd be tiring yourself out with all this fixing. Come down to your lunch now; do, like a good child, and let me do the rest." Janet got up slowly. "Oh, Martha, I don't feel a bit like eating," she said dolefully.