On the way home Mrs. Todd called them as they passed the rectory. She had only just returned, and she was so delighted at Janet's good fortune that she kissed her, much to every one's surprise. "Please tell me about Peter," Janet whispered, when she had the opportunity. "Peter is a rogue," Mrs. Todd answered, "but I can't help loving him, and he has promised to be my right hand for the rest of my days. I had a hard time making Dr. Peabody agree to my schemes, but I am a very determined woman, once my mind is made up, and so he had to give in finally." "What have you made your mind up to this time, Ann?" Miss Carter inquired, from the other side of the room. "A red-headed boy," Mrs. Todd laughed. "I have seen enough of all my friends with children to think about and I've made up my mind to have one too. I wanted Janet, but I knew you'd find her some day, Marjorie, and so I found Peter. He's alone and so am I. I think we are going to have a very good time together--raising sheep," she added with a twinkle in her eye. "Isn't it wonderful about Peter?" Janet asked as she walked home beside her aunt. "Indeed it is, my dear," Auntie Mogs agreed. "Ann is a darling under her bruskness, and she is very fond of you, dear." "Well, I love her too," Janet replied; "she has been so good to me." Miss Carter put her arm through hers and looked down at her with serious eyes. "It would be difficult to imagine any one being anything else. Dear little girl," she added tenderly, "you are very like your beautiful mother. Do you think you could be happy with Phyllis and me? We want you very much indeed." "Oh, Auntie Mogs," Janet said in a queer little voice, "I want you too." CHAPTER XIX TWINS INDEED Janet and Phyllis stood in the middle of Janet's room and looked at each other. There was nothing apparently that was strange in their appearance. One had on a dark blue, chiffon, afternoon dress and the other a white piqué with a black belt. They joined hands and stood before the mirror, and then they both began to laugh very hard. Boru, who had been dozing on the floor in a patch of sunlight, got up and came over to them. A keen observer might have thought it odd that he chose the blue chiffon dress to rub up against instead of the white one. [Illustration: A keen observer might have thought it odd that he chose the blue chiffon dress to rub against instead of the white one.] Phyllis noticed it and laughed again. "Funny how fond Boru is of me, isn't it?" she asked. Then they went down stairs together. Auntie Mogs was busy arranging some flowers in a bowl. "Phyllis, help me with these, will you, dear!" The white dress stepped forward and then stood still, and the blue chiffon was soon bending over the table. Martha came into the room, carrying a plate of tea biscuits. "Put these on the side table, Miss Janet, please," she said, and the white dress did as she asked.