eading over my
shoulder and she says to blame the blots on Aunt Jane's poll parrot,
and to be sure and come next year.

"Oceans of love,

"SALLY."

Janet folded up the letter and laughed softly.

"Sounds wonderful, doesn't it?"

Phyllis stop trying to produce Akbar's image in putty long enough to
reply.

"I should say it does. No study hours! What bliss! Auntie Mogs
simply has to let us go!" she exclaimed. "And what is better still, no
Ducky Lucky! I wish I knew if our papers were corrected or not."

She would have been more than surprised had she known what was going on
at that very moment.

Miss Baxter was busy correcting papers. She finished Janet's and
marked it with a big red B; then the fates stepped in. Miss Baxter was
called to the telephone. When she returned to her desk the paper next
for correction happened to be Phyllis's. Miss Baxter saw the name and
frowned; she always frowned when she thought of the twins.

"Funny," she said to herself. "I thought I corrected this paper. So I
did and I decided to give it a B. The telephone confused me."

With her usual precision she marked a B on the right-hand corner of the
paper and pushed it from her.

Phyllis gazed at it the next morning in joyful surprise. Had she been
any one but Phyllis she would have at least glanced at her mistakes,
but being Phyllis, she accepted her good luck with joy and threw the
paper into the waste-paper basket. Not seeing Miss Baxter's mistake,
she could not draw her attention to it.

So the Page twins tricked Miss Baxter once again, and the joke was no
less amusing because of their ignorance.

CHAPTER XX

THE FAREWELL PARTY

Spring made an early appearance in New York and decked itself more
charmingly than ever. The trees showed tiny green buds, and the grass
freshened under the warm showers, almost as you looked.

Jonquils and crocuses appeared to welcome the fat robins that returned
to their nests, and all Nature hummed and fluttered in its eager
preparations.

Janet and Phyllis were busy planning a farewell party, as they sat in
the sunshine in the park one Sunday morning.

"If we could only think of something different to do," Phyllis wailed.
"I am so tired of dances and skating parties and afternoon teas. We've
been going to them all winter."

"I know," Janet agreed, "but what else is there to do?"

"Nothing, I suppose," Phyllis replied. "So which shall it be?"

"I don't know,"-