y have wilted; they will give you
something to do. Hurry out and get some more, and be sure they are
buds this time."

Phyllis hurried to the nearest florist and then took as long as she
possibly could to select the roses. When she reached home she was
disgusted to find that she had been gone only twenty minutes. But the
morning passed somehow, and although Phyllis insisted upon a
ridiculously early start in case the traffic should delay them, they
were only a quarter of an hour ahead of train time.

The huge station was crowded with people, and Phyllis looked at them
doubtfully.

"Auntie Mogs, if Janet ever got lost in this mob we would never find
her in all this world," she said nervously.

"It might be a difficult task," Miss Carter agreed calmly, "but Tom is
with her, and it would be very hard to lose Tom even here."

"Oh, I was forgetting all about Tom." Phyllis laughed with relief.
"It would be hard to hide his six feet, wouldn't it? Oh, dear, that
sounds as though he were a centipede, but you know what I mean."

"I do sometimes, my darling,"--Miss Carter laughed into Phyllis's
eyes--"but sometimes, I must admit, you race too far ahead of me. Do
try and quiet down before Janet comes."

"Oh, but she loves me just the way I am," Phyllis announced airily,
"and so does Tommy. Look now, it's only ten minutes."

She kept her eyes fastened to the blackboard until the announcer called
the number of the track and wrote it down in his slow deliberate hand.
From that minute to the time when the first porter came up the stairs
and through the gate seemed an eternity, but at last Tom's head and
shoulders appeared above the crowd.

"Here they are, Janet," he called, but even that was not necessary, for
the twins had found each other, in spite of bobbing hats and
sharp-pointed umbrellas, and were in each other's arms. Phyllis, as
usual, was doing all the talking, and Janet, a little confused,
accepted it as a fitting ending to the amazing dream that had begun
that morning when she watched the Old Chester station fade into the
distance.

After a description of Phyllis, it is useless to give one of Janet, for
except for the difference in the expression of their eyes the girls
were the image of each other. Even the difference in their dress did
not disguise the startling resemblance, and people turned to stare and
then to smile as Phyllis's infectious laughter reached them.

"Wait here and I'll find a taxi,"