Phyllis: A Twin

and the water in the lakes sparkled over the reflections of the tall buildings mirrored in their depths. People walked wit

e windows were open to admit the dazzling sunshine. Soft white curtains flut

d looked critically about her. There was no need of cri

t the head and covered with a sheer embroidered spread, filled one corner; a tall chest of draw

table just large enough to hold a bowl of pink r

ieth time that day, a look of disappointment cas

ore to do," she complained. "Oh

aunt's room on the floor below. She found Mi

in the doorway, "suppose Janet d

her voice, but in spite

it. It's a dear room, and it will just suit her exact

," Phyllis protested. "Perhaps she'll miss her big four-posted

ter laug

ed to them. She has never seen anything like her new room and she will love it, I am sure. Just as you loved the dea

and stroked her soft golden-brown hair. But Phylli

to be happy. But, oh, dear, suppose she isn't? Suppose she is homesick for Old Chester. Perh

ss Carter di

he said kindly, "

f course I do! I simply adore her. Isn't she m

e who do love her. You must remember, dear, that although it was wonderful for you to find Janet, it was just as wonderful for her to find you. I think it was even more won

ed up and ki

she exclaimed joyfully. "They ought to make you P

ce. Now, go out for a walk and come back for tea with pink cheeks, you look tired out. And no matte

off,"-Phyllis sighed as she left

er she had gone. Her advice to love Janet was sound, but in her ow

years before Mrs. Page had insisted that the twins be separated, and because Phyllis bore her mother's name and Mrs. Page cruelly blamed her daughter-in-law for the tragic accident that had resulted in both parents' death, she had chosen to keep Janet with her. Thirteen years had pas

and with all her heart she wanted the happiness that both

rent from the other girls it will be all right," she

happy with Janet and keep her from being homesick, but the thought of the other girls at school made her uneasy. They were nice girls, all of them, and they were all fond of Phy

ssers-by. One especially gusty little gale made Phyllis duck her head so low that she did not gee where she

don't you look what you're about?

cept for a glimpse of ruddy cheeks almost hidden by a fur c