Opportunity came a little later when they met in the kitchen. Phyllis repeated her numerous conversations, and Janet told her that Mrs. Todd had guessed. "But she has promised not to say anything," she added. "Good; don't let's change even for dinner. I believe we could fool Tommy and Auntie Mogs all evening," Phyllis chuckled. "It's lots of fun being you," Janet whispered, as they went back into the dining-room. "Well, I love being you; it makes me wish I really were," Phyllis answered. Dinner passed without their game being discovered, though their occasional fits of laughter mystified Tommy and Auntie Mogs. They might have gotten safely to bed without their knowing if it hadn't been for Boru and Galahad. They came out into the garden after dinner, pretending not to notice each other, for although Tom had succeeded in making them eat from the same dish, they were by no means friends. Janet and Phyllis were walking up and down the center path. Sir Galahad purred softly and looked up at his mistress. Phyllis leaned down and picked him up in her aims. Janet let her hand rest on Boru's head. Tom came out of the house just as they made a tableau by the old sundial. At first he did not notice anything odd, but after a minute he said: "There's something wrong with the picture. I think it's your dresses. They don't match your animals. Hold on a minute. I've got it!" he exclaimed. "You've swapped clothes." "And you just found it out," Phyllis teased. Tom studied them for a minute and shook his head solemnly. "It's no wonder either; you are as alike as two peas in a pod, except for the way you talk. What a lot of larks you will be able to have, but I shouldn't wonder if you found it embarrassing when you got a little older. Perhaps I had better brand you with your initials," he suggested--then he added slowly, "Yes, I think on the whole it would be a lot better for all concerned if I did." CHAPTER XX GOOD-BY One morning at the close of the visit Mrs. Page sent for Janet to come to her. When she was seated in the chair by the bed, the old lady looked at her for a long time before she said anything. When she did speak, it was to ask a startling question. "Janet, do you love me?" she inquired shortly. Janet stared at her in surprise. "Well, do you or don't you?" Mrs. Page demanded. "Why, grandmother, of course I do," Janet replied quickly. "Why?" "Because you have always been kind to me and taken care of me, I suppose," Janet said doubtfully. "Is that the only reason?" "N-no, I love you because you are my grandmother." "Do you love me as much as you do your Aunt Marjorie?" "Of course, but--" "But what!" "In a different way." "What do you mean by different way?" "Why, I hardly know how to put it into words,"--Janet hesitated. "I love to be with Auntie Mogs and I like to have her put her arm around me and kiss me." "I see," Mrs. Page spoke dryly, and laughed a short unpleasant laugh.