n?"

"Oh, I don't mean that silly Queen Mab introduction," Chuck said.

"Neither do I," Phyllis confused him still further by replying.

Jerry took Daphne's arm and hurried her off.

"Let's let them settle it themselves," he said over his shoulder.

Chuck looked at Phyllis and smiled.

"Please," he said coaxingly. But Phyllis shook her head.

"Not unless you promise to believe in Don's brownies," she answered,
and as she spoke she pulled off her hood.

Chuck looked at her and gasped.

"Of course," he exclaimed, "you're the girl that brought Don home, and
I saw you one day when I was with Muriel and she told me you were one
of the Page twins and--" he stopped, and Phyllis guessed that the rest
of Muriel's remarks had not been any too sweet.

"Well, take a good look at me," she teased, "for once I leave you, you
will never be able to tell me from Janet."

"Oh, won't I?" Chuck replied. "I bet I will, and I'll prove it after
supper."

His chance came a little later. Both girls stood before him, their
hoods thrown back and their eyes laughing up at him.

"It's easy," Chuck laughed, holding out his hand to Phyllis, "you are
Don's girl," he said.

"Oh, Don told you the secret," Sally protested.

"He did not," Chuck denied.

"Close your eyes then and turn around," Janet directed. She and
Phyllis changed places, and when Sally called "ready," Chuck turned to
find them still before him but with their eyes tight shut.

"Easy again," he said, and took Phyllis by the hand.

The little group looked at each other in astonishment, for they had all
been baffled, and Daphne said,

"Tell us how you did it?"

"No, that's my secret," Chuck replied firmly; "mine and Don's, and I'll
never tell."

And he kept his word, for not until many years later did the Page twins
learn the difference that he saw between them every time he looked at
them.

CHAPTER XIII

A BLUE MONDAY

"Phyl, do come away from that window; you've been staring out into the
dark ever since dinner." Janet spoke from the depth of her favorite
chair where, as usual, she was ensconced with a book and Boru. Tonight
Sir Galahad was cuddled down on her shoulder as well, for his own
mistress was restless company. Boru eyed the interloper with open
disapproval. There was a truce of sorts between the two animals; a
truce not in any way to be confused with a peace. Boru's bared teeth
and Sir Galahad's arched back were constant signs that a