Janet smoothed them out with reverent fingers, for she knew they had belonged to her mother. The next tray held odds and ends, and Janet sat down on the floor and lifted them out one by one. Packages of letters that almost fell to pieces as she touched them, silk stockings of every color, and three pairs of tiny slippers. She could hardly believe a foot was ever small enough to fit them. She found a wooden box too, beautifully carved and filled with dozens of sheer handkerchiefs and, best of all, a pile of books. She read their titles eagerly; "Pride and Prejudice" by Jane Austin, Scott's "Lady of the Lake," Shakespeare's "As You Like It" and a beautifully bound copy of Mrs. Browning's poems. "Then mother loved 'Little Ellie' too!" she exclaimed. There was something very wonderful in the knowledge. She put the books to one side and went on with her discoveries. Toward the very bottom she found a chamois bag wrapped up in a yellow piece of paper. Inside of it was a jeweler's black-leather case. Janet's fingers trembled as she opened it. Lying on a bed of blue velvet was a miniature set in a gold frame, and as she looked she gave a cry of astonishment. A face almost exactly like her own smiled up at her. "Mother," she whispered softly. It was dusk before she left the attic, but when she did go down stairs she went straight to Martha. "Did you know what was in that trunk?" she asked. Martha nodded. "I put them there myself," she said. "Did you have a happy afternoon?" For answer, Janet threw her arms around her and hugged her tight. CHAPTER XV THE DAY AT LAST "If it rains to-morrow I think I shall die," Janet said as she got ready for bed that night. She need have had no fears, for the next day dawned clear, with just enough of autumn chill in the air to whip the color into your cheeks. Tom's telegram had said that they would arrive by the same train that he had come by. Janet wished it had been an earlier one, but the day passed more quickly than she had hoped. In the morning she drove Clinker out into the woods and came back with the cart full of brilliant autumn leaves. As she drove back through the village it seemed as though every one stopped her to ask when Phyllis was coming. She told them all, and her excitement mounted every time she uttered the magic words but toward afternoon the fear that had depressed her the day before returned and she could not shake it off. She felt suddenly very shy. When train time came it was all she could do not to fly to the Enchanted Kingdom and hide, as she had done on the day of the fair. She walked up and down the platform in a fever of excitement, and her hands were icy cold. Old Mr. Jenkins came out from the ticket office to talk to her. "Quite a day for you, isn't it?" he asked with evident interest. "Can't say as I ever heard of another case quite like it. To have a twin sister that you never saw and didn't even know you had! I often wondered when you'd find it out."