"Children, you have no manners," Auntie Mogs chided. "If I were Tom, I should never think of asking you now." "Just as I feel about it,"--Tom tried to make his voice sound very dignified and cold and failed utterly. "I intended asking you all next summer, but of course now I shall limit my invitation to just you, Aunt Mog, and I do hope you will accept." "Indeed I will," Auntie Mogs answered laughingly. "Meanie," Phyllis teased. "If you ever did such a thing! But seriously, Tommy, did you mean to ask us next summer?" "I did." "Then we'll accept with thanks; won't we, Janet?" "Oh, yes; can't we leave the day after school closes?" Janet suggested. "There's no use in wasting time." "Or even before,"--Phyllis was not to be outdone. "Here, here," Tom protested, "not quite so fast. I accept your acceptance of my ungiven invitation, but I insist on naming the day. "I stump you both to climb that tree over there," he added, pointing to a tall pine; "the one who wins can have the last piece of cake." Both girls started for the tree. Janet was almost to the top before Phyllis was half way up. As she climbed down again she noticed that Phyllis was very white and standing perfectly still, holding tightly to the trunk. "What's the matter!" she asked. Phyllis looked at her beseechingly. "Oh, Janet, I'm scared to death," she whispered. "I looked down and now I am terribly dizzy; what shall I do!" Janet came close and took hold of her arm. "Keep your eyes on the sky," she directed. "Don't look down for even a second and don't be afraid. I'm here and I won't let you fall." She dropped quickly to the branch below and took one of Phyllis's ankles in her strong grasp. "Hold tight to the bough above and let your foot swing free, I'll put it on a safe branch. There now, bring the other one down beside it." In this way she helped her carefully and surely to the bottom. "Oh," Phyllis was almost in tears, "thank you, darling. I am quite sure you saved my life. Oh, dear, I'm still dizzy." "Well, stand still a minute until you are better. There's no need for Tommy to know. He'd be sure to tease," Janet whispered. "I don't care about Tom, but I hate being such a baby. You went way to the top," Phyllis answered. "You tried, anyway," Janet consoled her, "and that's what counts." "You're a darling to say so, anyway," Phyllis said gratefully. "I feel better now; let's go back." Tom held the cake out to Janet. "It's yours, you won by a dozen branches. What happened, Phyllis? Did you get scared?" "Of course not," Janet answered for her. "I promised to go halves, so what was the need of her climbing too,"--she held out a piece of the cake, and Phyllis took it. "Oh, come, that's not fair," Tom protested. "You should eat every bit of it yourself." "No, we're twins and we have to share everything," Janet insisted. "Isn't that so, Phyllis?" Phyllis nodded seriously. "Everything," she said, and it sounded like a prophecy.