"Did you know all about it?" Janet asked in surprise. "I should say I did." Mr. Jenkins nodded his head to give further weight to his words. "I wonder why no one ever told me," Janet said more to herself than to him. Mr. Jenkins chuckled. "I kinda guess all the folks that knew about it, knew your grandmother didn't want it told, and perhaps you've noticed folks have a way of doing things like she wants." "I suppose that was it," Janet agreed idly. "Isn't that the train?" she asked a minute later as a faint rumble became audible. Mr. Jenkins consulted his watch. "Wouldn't wonder if it were," he said. "I'd better be getting the mail bags ready." Janet couldn't very well ask him to wait, but she watched his retreating figure with a sinking feeling around her heart. At least he was somebody to talk to, and anything was better than being alone. She could feel her heart pounding, and something in her throat seemed to interfere with her breathing. Never did a train take so long to slow up and finally stop, but Janet found herself suddenly wishing that it would take twice as long. The first person to alight was Tom, and he took time to wave to her before he turned to help down a slender little lady dressed in pearl gray. Janet started forward to meet them, and then stopped short for she saw herself stepping off the train; eyes, hair, straight little nose, even to the solitary dimple in the left cheek. She was carrying a basket and she was laughing at Tom. Then she looked up and stopped too. The Page twins stared at each other. "Janet!" Phyllis was the first to regain the power of speech. She dropped her basket into Tom's arms and ran forward. The next thing Janet knew she was being kissed and hugged. "Oh, you adorable love!" Phyllis exclaimed rapturously. "Isn't it all perfectly thrilling and fairy-taleish? I could just eat you alive, I am so excited. Please say right away that you are going to love me or I shall die of misery." Poor Janet! She had never heard so many adjectives in all her life and the speed with which Phyllis rattled on dumbfounded her. Miss Carter, Aunt Mog, came to her rescue. "Phyllis, my love, do stop talking and give some one else a chance to say how do you do to Janet." She laughed. "Janet, my dear, I am your Aunt Mog, and I am, oh, so very happy to see you." Janet kissed her and murmured, "Thank you." "Well, don't I get a kiss, little sister of mine?" Tom inquired in his deep, good-natured voice. At the sound of it Janet found her tongue. "Of course you do!" she exclaimed. "Oh, I am so happy, I can't think of anything to say," she confessed shyly.