"I should think you would know them all by heart,"--Tom laughed. "First of all you and Phyllis will have to be separated for a few days. I don't see how you will ever bear it, but you must try. Then Auntie Mogs and Phyllis will go down to the city and get ready for your arrival. To hear Phyllis talk you would think that the walls of your room were going to be hung in gold and that no one could see to it but herself. "But to resume. As soon as everything is ready for your ladyship I will take you down. I can picture your excitement now when you see Auntie Mogs' library, and when you are comfortably settled I will take a train West and start in rebuilding my modest shanty so that it will be ready to receive you in the spring." Janet looked out over the water and tried to picture all Tom had said, but she gave it up. "Do you know, Tommy," she said suddenly, "I made up my mind on this very spot to write you that letter. Doesn't it seem funny to think that we are sitting here now together?" "It does," Tom agreed slowly, "the only pity is that you didn't write it before." The remaining days passed rapidly, and the date set for the departure came all too soon. "Of course it's only for a week," Phyllis said, as they stood on the station platform, "but I feel as though it were years." "So do I," Janet replied sorrowfully. "I wish I could go home and sleep until Thursday." "Make Tommy amuse you every minute, and don't you dare to forget me even for a half a second," Phyllis warned her. "Oh, dear, here comes the horrid old train! Kiss me again for good luck." Janet kissed her, and then turned to her aunt. "Good-by, Auntie Mogs," she said tearfully. "You two babies!" Miss Carter looked down at the two doleful faces before her and laughed. "It's dreadful to be separated, especially when you are twins, isn't it? But try and brace up, both of you, and it will soon be over. Good-by for a little while, dearest child. Tommy, take good care of her, won't you?" she added, as she said good-by to him. "The very best; and we'll be down in one short little week," he promised. They boarded the train, and Janet insisted on waiting until the last puff of smoke curled up out of sight. "It is going to be the longest week of my life," she said dismally. The house without Phyllis was unbearable, and Janet rowed over to the Enchanted Kingdom to find consolation. She knew that the workmen would be in possession the next day, and she wanted to have it all to herself once more. She patted the books and said good-by to all her favorites. As she knelt to read the title of one of them she noticed the volume that she had found Peter reading their last memorable day together. She took it from its shelf and opened it idly. Pictures of sheep and diagrams of gates and fences did not interest her very much, and she was just about to close it up when she had a sudden idea.