would call on Aunt Jane's poll parrot to
witness the mob,"--she laughed. "Aren't you proud, Jan?"

"Not a bit. Why should I be? They came to welcome you just as much as
they did me."

They joined their aunt and Mrs. Todd and walked to the back of the
station, where Harry, with Peter's aid, was stowing away the bags.

Janet could hardly believe her eyes, for it was a changed Peter indeed.
Gone were the faded blue overalls and the torn straw hat; a
well-fitting overcoat and a cap took their place, but they did not
succeed in hiding the mop of hair or the merry blue eyes.

"Hello, fairy princess," he greeted and then stopped, confused, as both
girls smiled up at him.

"Well, which are you?" he demanded, and Janet held her breath. Would
he, or wouldn't he know her?

A clear, jolly laugh reassured her.

"You had me guessing for a minute, but now I know." He took Janet's
hand and wrung it. "It's great to see you again," he said, still
smiling.

Janet introduced Phyllis and Miss Carter, and they all got into the
carriage.

"Come and see us to-morrow, Harry," Janet called, as they drove off.

"Morning, you betcha," Harry answered, waving his hat.

"Child, don't make too many plans," Mrs. Todd warned. "Peter and I
have filled up as much of your time as we dared."

"And we dared an awful lot," Peter added, laughing. "Fact is, I don't
think we left you more than a few minutes a day."

"Oh, tell us what we have to do?" Janet begged.

"One thing at a time," Peter replied gravely. "In case you forget,
to-morrow, if your Royal Highness so pleases, you are to take lunch
with us and inspect your domain. You will find many changes, but I
think you will approve of them all."

"Not the Enchanted Kingdom?" Janet protested.

"No, that is almost exactly as you left it," Peter assured her.

"Oh, Jan, I can see the house," Phyllis called, as they left the tiny
village behind them, and Janet's heart beat so fast as she recognized
the two big chimneys that looked, in the twilight, as though they were
swinging the widow's walk between them, that she thought she would
surely suffocate.

Peter drew up to the old carriage block with a flourish, and they all
jumped out. Martha was standing in the doorway to welcome them again.
They said good night to Mrs. Todd and Peter, and promised to be ready
when the carriage called for them the next day.

Janet walked up the garden path holding tight to Phyllis's hand, as
thou