er his nickname, is Chuck, and that's all I know, except,"--she
added provokingly, "that he doesn't believe in brownies." And that was
all she would say on the subject, though the girls did their best to
make her explain.

"Well, we have to go or Eleanor will faint from hunger," Rosamond said
regretfully as they reached the avenue again and waited for the bus.
"But I'll find out some more about this, if I have to ask Muriel," she
added laughingly.

Sally and Phyllis hurried home. Now that the girls had left them, they
forgot everything but Janet and their plans. They were late in
reaching Sally's home, but they found a dainty luncheon waiting for
them and Sally's mother was delighted to see Phyllis.

"But where's the twin?" she demanded. "I do want to see her so much.
Sally says she is the very image of you and a darling too."

Phyllis looked uncomfortable and tried to smile. It was Sally who
explained.

"She was coming, but at the last minute she had to go home. Phyl and I
are going over for her a little later and, darling mother of mine, we
will bring her over here to call on you _if_ you promise us hot
cinnamon toast and cake to go with tea."

Mrs. Ladd laughed and pinched Sally's cheek. She was a tall and
strikingly handsome woman with flashing black eyes and the jolliest
laugh in the world. All Sally's friends loved her almost as much as
they loved Sally, and she was always in demand with Auntie Mogs to act
as chaperone to the various skating and theater parties.

"You are getting very grown up," she answered now, her eyes twinkling.
"Last year it was hot chocolate you wanted and the year before that ice
cream and now it's tea."

"And we really hate it," Phyllis laughed. "We'd lots rather have
chocolate."

"Oh, well, give us chocolate then," Sally exclaimed. "Only be sure
there's plenty of toast."

"For Phyllis's twin, I suppose," Mrs. Ladd laughed. "Very well, I'll
remember," she promised, as she left them to go out.

The girls ate hurriedly and then talked up in Sally's room until they
thought it was time to go back.

"What shall we do if she won't come?" Sally said seriously.

"Oh, there's no fear of that," Phyllis replied hastily. "She'll come
if we are there to make her and she will love your mother, I know she
will. I do hope she hasn't gone out anywhere with Auntie Mogs."

"Let's hurry," Sally said, the idea making her feel the need for
immediate action. "If she's out we can w