ghtless indifference to mean dislike.

It is no wonder that she dreaded the thought of returning; it meant
hard work to keep a stiff upper lip and to smile in spite of her
heartache. Only one thought was clear, and that was that Phyllis must
not know.

But Phyllis did know. There was something wrong, she felt sure, but
she could not understand what it was. She had been delighted with the
way her friends had welcomed her twin, but when Janet had seemed to
refuse their offers of friendship she could only conclude that she did
not like them. But Phyllis would not accept any such explanation
meekly. Janet was not happy, therefore something must be done, and she
decided to talk the matter over with Sally.

She chose the noon recess, when Janet remained in the study hall to
finish a composition she was writing.

Sally listened gravely.

"What _shall_ I do about it?" Phyllis finished dolefully.

"Well, something," Sally replied decidedly. "I don't know just what,
but something's wrong, and we will have to ferret it out. She's
strange, of course, and she doesn't understand us very well. I've seen
her look at me as if she thought I were crazy sometimes. She acts as
though she didn't like us, but I think she does really. Time's the
thing, of course, but it won't do to wait until the girls begin to
resent her standoffishness."

"Oh, Sally, don't," pleaded Phyllis. "Hello, Taffy," she added, as
Daphne passed slowly behind her chair.

"'Lo," Daphne drawled.

In another part of the room another group of girls were discussing
Janet.

"She's really not a bit like Phyllis," Eleanor said with a frown. "I
can't make her out."

"Neither can any one else," replied Rosamond. "She's queer."

"I've never been able to get anything but yes or no out of her,"
another girl complained. "I call her just plain slow."

"She's always fearfully polite," some one else objected. "I never
heard her use a single slang word."

"Oh, well, Sally will cure her of that,"--Rosamond laughed.

Eleanor sighed. It was so easy to be goodnatured that she couldn't
understand anybody taking the trouble to sulk.

"We must be nice to her anyway," she said decidedly. "She's Phyllis's
twin, and she's in our class."

"Suppose so," the others agreed, as the bell rang.

When Sally and Phyllis returned to the study hall, Janet was still at
her desk. She looked up and smiled as Phyllis spoke to her, but she
went on with her work.

Sally