Harding, I really do. I thought
so hard about your sitting beside me that she simply had to let you."

"Did you want me to sit beside you?" Janet asked with genuine surprise.

"But of course I did,"--Sally was equally surprised.

"It was rank favoritism," laughed Eleanor. "I thought too, good and
hard. Why I even pointed to the forlorn and empty chair beside me and
it didn't do a bit of good."

"Introduce us, introduce us," several voices demanded, and Phyllis was
kept busy. Even the seniors came and laughed and envied. It was quite
a reception.

"What a lucky girl you are," one of them, a tall girl with
copper-colored hair named Madge Cannan, exclaimed, "I've wanted a twin
all my life and _I_ never found one."

"Poor Madge, I'll be your twin," some one offered.

"Can't do it," Phyllis laughed. "There's only one twin in the world
and I've got her."

"I'm sorry,"--Janet looked at the older girl and spoke quite seriously.
"It would be very nice to have two _yous_."

Madge flushed, and the girls laughed.

"Of all the precious things to say," she exclaimed. "Phyllis, I can't
speak for the rest, but as far as I am concerned your nose is
completely out of joint."

Just then the bell rang, and the day's lessons began.

The next recess was at eleven-thirty, when hot chocolate and crackers
were served. School did not let out until one-thirty, and Miss Harding
thought the girls needed something to eat before that time.

"Now, Sally, leave Phyllis's twin alone," Rosamond insisted, as she
handed Janet her cup and prepared to sit down beside her. "You've had
her all day long and now it's some one else's turn."

Janet looked from one girl to the other in mystified amazement. She
had never been made a fuss over except by Phyllis in all her life and
she couldn't understand it. For one terrible moment she thought they
were making fun of her, but a glance at their smiling faces reassured
her on that point but came no nearer helping her solve their reason.

[Illustration: She had never been made a fuss over except by Phyllis in
all her life and she couldn't understand it]

"Thank you," she said quietly. It was fortunate that the girls did not
expect her to do much talking and were content with her shy answers.
Perhaps the interest in her brown eyes made up for her lack in that
direction.

"Do you play basket ball?" Eleanor was asking.

"No." Janet shook her head.

"Well, then I'll teach you. We play