ul long time? I've looked for you every single day."

It was Donald, and Phyllis was delighted to see him. She introduced
him to Sally and Janet, and then waited to hear what he would say.

Donald looked at her twin and then at her.

"Vers two of you," he said gravely.

[Illustration: "Vers two of you," he said gravely]

"Oh, you darling!" Phyllis exclaimed. "Don't look so disturbed. We're
only twins."

Donald did not reply, he was busy looking at them again.

"Do you think you could tell us apart?" Janet inquired.

He nodded solemnly.

"I fink I could," he replied, "because, you see, her eyes are like ve
brownie's--all soft and queer"--he smiled engagingly at Phyllis--"but
yours"--he turned to Janet--"have all kinds of funny little gold fings
that make vem all shiny. But I couldn't tell you apart if you shut
your eyes, I don't fink."

"Oh, Donald, you're a great boy!" Phyllis laughed.

"I think he's wonderful," Sally exclaimed, "and the most amazing part
of it is, he's right, Janet has little golden flecks in the brown part
of her eye and you haven't. What a way to tell you apart, but I
promise not to tell."

"Well, not Ducky Lucky anyway," laughed Janet.

Donald's nurse came to look for him, and bore him off in spite of his
protests.

Phyllis described her last meeting with him and confessed to Sally that
it had been at his house that she had met Muriel's Chuck.

"Oh, by the way," Sally suddenly remembered, "Muriel is going to give a
party. Quite an affair, I understand, and we are all going to be
invited. I suppose that Mr. Chuck will be there and a lot of other
boys; have you heard anything about it?"

Phyllis nodded; she and Muriel had forgotten their quarrel and were
seemingly on good terms again, although Sally had taken the place in
Phyllis's heart that Muriel had occupied the year before. With Janet,
they made up what the rest of the girls called the jolly trio. Daphne
occasionally joined them, much to Janet's delight, and many were the
afternoons that they had spent together in the snuggery, a room that
the twins had fitted up to suit their particular tastes at the top of
the house.

They were on their way up to it to-day when Miss Carter heard them and
came out of the drawing-room.

"Late for luncheon," she chided. "You will all be very ill if you are
not careful. Were you kept in?" she questioned, laughing.

"No, Auntie Mogs. Phyl just decided she had to see Akbar," Janet