"And no wonder, working yourself to death, poor lamb." Martha's arms comforted her as they had done many times before, and from the shelter of one broad shoulder Janet confessed her fears. "Martha, what will I do if Phyllis doesn't like me?" Martha may be said to have snorted in disgust. "Not like you!" she ejaculated; "but, my lamb, she's bound to; she's your own mother's daughter and so, tell me now, how could she do anything else?" She offered this method of reasoning as though it were sure to cast out any doubts, and Janet gladly accepted it. "What a baby I am," she laughed, wiping her eyes; "look at Boru; he's disgusted with me, and no wonder." "Come now and have your lunch," Martha insisted; "you'll see how hungry you are after the first bite." Janet was hungry, and her spirits brightened with every mouthful. "I wish it were to-morrow," she said, as she lingered over her cantaloupe. "I think I will die of suspense if I don't find something to do. I thought I was going for a ride, but look, it's raining." "And a good thing too," Martha replied emphatically. "I can't understand Mrs. Todd letting you drive that horse of hers. Some day it will run away and kill you, and then I wonder what she will say." Janet laughed in spite of herself at so dismal a picture, and got up from the table. "Well, I won't die to-day, that's sure," she said. "I wish I could think of something really interesting to do." Martha thought for a minute, and then a smile lit up her face. "Perhaps I can find something that will interest you," she said with some hesitation. "Now that you know all about everything there can't be any harm in it," she continued, lowering her voice. "In what?" Janet inquired. Martha beckoned to her mysteriously and led the way upstairs all the way to the big attic. It was filled with old trunks and bits of broken furniture and pictures, Janet had passed them many times on her way to the "widow's walk" but she had never been curious enough to give them a second thought. She watched Martha with interest as she pulled out a little old trunk from one corner. From a bunch of keys that was hanging to one of the rafters she selected the right one, and gave it to Janet. "There now, open that and see what you find," she said mysteriously. "Now I must get back to my work," she added briskly and bustled down the stairs, leaving Janet looking at the key in her hand. Boru patted up the stairs and sniffed the trunk. "What do you suppose we will find, old fellow?" Janet asked him, as she fitted the key in the lock. At sight of the contents of the first tray she gave a little exclamation of delight. It was filled with soft silks and laces, now yellow with age. Janet lifted them out gently and discovered that they were dresses. Old-fashioned little things. There was a pale yellow one and a robin's-egg blue, made with hundreds of little tucks.