"All right, don't then," he said angrily. "You're just exactly as bad as Janet," he added, and the door shut behind him with a bang. Phyllis put her head on Janet's shoulder and laughed until she cried. "Poor Harry; that's the very worst thing he could think of to say to you." Janet laughed almost as hard as her sister. "I bet he is eating everything in sight this minute. He heard you say he was fat and--well, now you can understand why he wouldn't eat." Phyllis was serious in a second. "Was that really the reason!" "Yes, but I shouldn't have told you." Janet was ashamed of having betrayed a confidence. "I'm glad you did," Phyllis said slowly, "and I'm sorry I teased him, but really he shouldn't talk about girls that way, and my idea will really be lots more fun if no one knows it except ourselves." "What is it?" Janet inquired eagerly. Phyllis lowered her voice. "Grandmother told Auntie Mogs to ask any of these people to come to our house to tea any afternoon she liked," she began; "to sort of return this, you know. So she has asked them for Thursday. Now I haven't talked to a single girl to-day that didn't say how different we were and they made me furious until suddenly--" she lowered her voice and the rest of the sentence was lost in the soft waves of Janet's hair. It must have been amusing, for Janet's eyes sparkled with suppressed merriment. When they joined the others a few minutes later they both looked very demure, so much so in fact that Auntie Mogs, who knew Phyllis thoroughly, knew that they were planning some mischief. Miss Clark had arrived during their absence and was apparently amazed beyond speech at the striking resemblance between them. "I have seen many twins in my time!" she exclaimed, "but I never saw anything so remarkable! Why, you could never in the world tell them apart." "Oh, I think you could easily. They're not a bit alike," Alice said, from the chocolate pot. Phyllis looked at Janet, and a swift glance of understanding and amusement passed between them. "And, oh, Janet,"--Miss Clark was speaking again--"I almost forgot to tell you that there is a letter in your box for you. Seems to me you are getting lots of mail lately. I didn't recognize the handwriting." Again Phyllis and Janet exchanged glances, and this time their looks said as plainly as words "Peter." CHAPTER XVIII A FULL CUP OF HAPPINESS The letter was from Peter, as Janet had hoped. She opened it eagerly and read: "_Dear Janet:_ "Mrs. Todd says that I really ought to send you a telegram, but a letter can say so much more, and I have a whole lot to say.