Two big old-fashioned drawing-rooms thrown into one made the study hall at Miss Harding’s school. It was not a bit like an ordinary schoolroom, for a fireplace filled one corner of it, books and pictures covered the walls, and in every window flowers nodded. Only the rows of double desks bespoke study.

On the Monday after Janet’s arrival there was a suppressed current of excitement in the air. At the slightest sound from the hall every eye turned expectantly toward the door.

Phyllis was sitting in her old seat beside Muriel Grey; but the old feeling of friendship that had always existed between the two was missing, and it was to Sally Ladd that Phyllis turned for sympathy.

Sally was sitting just behind her, and she took advantage of every glance that Miss Baxter, who was on duty at the desk, cast in any other direction.

“Aunt Jane’s poll parrot,” she whispered excitedly, “if she doesn’t come soon I shall expire.” Phyllis nodded and looked again at the door.

Janet was with Miss Harding in her office upstairs. The principal was deciding the grade she had better enter, and to Phyllis the decision was all important. Although she would never have admitted it to any one, the thought of Janet in any class but her own made her miserable.

As for the rest of the girls, they were all eager and curious to see the new twin, as Sally insisted upon calling Janet. Eleanor and Rosamond had already met her. Sally had been in bed with a cold when Phyllis had called up to ask her to luncheon, and she was still waiting for her first glimpse of her.

At last the door opened and Janet came into the room. It was an entirely new Janet from the one who had arrived at the Grand Central Station a few days before; that is, to all outward appearance. She had on a dark blue serge dress with white collar and cuffs, and her hair was tied loosely in the nape of her neck with a black ribbon. The curls, that Martha had tried so hard to keep tidy, were blowing about her face, her cheeks were pale from nervousness, and her eyes shone brighter than ever.

Miss Harding nodded to Miss Baxter, and then turned to the girls.

“I think we have all been more than usually interested in Phyllis’s twin sister,” she said, smiling. “I want to introduce her to you; this is Janet Page. You had better all look at her very hard for I think it is going to be almost impossible to tell her from Phyllis unless we are very careful. Perhaps I’ll have to ask one of them to wear a pink string tied to her finger and the other a green.”

The girls, including Janet, laughed heartily. Whispers of “she’s the very image,” “what a dear,” and “won’t it be funny,” ran around the room.

“I must find you a seat, my dear,” Miss Harding continued. “Let me see. It would never do to put you beside Phyllis, for we’d all be sure then that we were seeing double. I think Sally, are you alone?” she asked.

Sally stood up. “Yes, Miss Harding,” she replied so quickly that the girls laughed.

“Well, then I think Janet will sit beside you. And now you must all get back to work for there are only a few minutes left of study period. But this has been an occasion, hasn’t it?” Miss Harding smiled, nodded, said a few words in an undertone to Miss Baxter, and left the room, leaving behind her a joy and charm that were always hers to give.

Janet walked down between the rows of desks to the beckoning Sally, but her eyes were looking into Phyllis’s. As she passed her desk Phyllis caught her hand and whispered, “What class?”

“Yours,” Janet whispered back. She did not think it necessary to add that Miss Harding had found her ready for the grade higher but that she had chosen to stay with Phyllis.

Sally almost hugged her as she took her place beside her, and under cover of supplying her with books and showing her the lessons, she managed to talk until the bell rang. There was a ten-minute recess before lessons began. The girls made the most of it and crowded around Janet’s desk.

“Oh, Aunt Jane’s poll parrot, was there ever such luck?” Sally demanded. “I think I hypnotized Miss 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.

“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 this year, and you simply must love it.”

“Do you like to swim?” Rosamond demanded, and again Janet shook her head.

What must these girls think of her! Why, she couldn’t do anything.

“Skate?” some one else asked.

“No, I don’t.” Janet looked imploringly at Phyllis, but for once she was looking at some one else. Only Sally noticed the look and she gave no sign then

“What can you do?” It was Muriel who spoke and in spite of the angry eyes that were turned toward her she managed to smile, but it wasn’t a pretty smile.

For a minute Janet’s face flamed to a deep red, then as suddenly her cheeks grew very white. There was a pathetic silence. She knew that it would end soon, but before it ended she must answer or Phyllis would be ashamed of her.

“I’m afraid I can’t play any games,” she said slowly; “you see, I never went with girls and I never went to school.”

“Did you go with boys then?” Muriel still smiled. She felt quite sure that the answer would be “no.”

“Why, yes, I did,” Janet confessed, “and, you see, they liked to play ball and to go sailing or canoeing,” she thought of Peter Gibbs, and the thought of him made the color come back to her cheeks natural color this time.

“We coasted a lot in the winter and then of course there was always fishing,” she finished lamely. How could she explain the hundred and one things that went to make up her days in Old Chester?

“Oh, well, I suppose you will find it very strange here.” It was a chastened Muriel that spoke.

“Now, my Aunt Jane’s poll parrot, I ask you, why under the sun should she?” Sally broke the silence that followed angrily.

Eleanor laughed at Janet.

“Have you been properly introduced to Sally’s Aunt Jane’s poll parrot?” she asked to change the subject.

“He’s a very wise bird, and we all consult him when our own reason fails,” Rosamond took up the explanation.

“Sally consults him oftener than any of the rest of us, because you see, Sally’s reason fails her oftener. Excuse my breaking into the conversation, but no one has had the manners to introduce me. My name is Daphne Hillis, but no one ever calls me anything but Taffy on account of my hair.” It was a long speech, but the speaker took twice as long as was necessary to say it; her slow drawl held a hint of laughter, and her voice sounded warm and furry.

Janet looked at her and laughed without meaning to.

“How do you do,” she said. “I’m awfully glad to know about the poll parrot,” she added with a smile.

Phyllis, who had been talking, very much against her will, to one of the teachers, joined them and nodded to Taffy. Janet noticed that she looked surprised and pleased.

Daphne smiled lazily.

“I like your twin, Phyllis,” she drawled and then left them.

“Now isn’t that just like Taffy?” Sally demanded.

“Not a bit,” Eleanor protested. “Taffy likes very few people.”

“Well, you know what I mean,” Sally insisted. “It’s like her to say a thing like that and then leave.”

It was not until Janet and Phyllis were alone in the living-room that Phyllis explained.

“Daphne Hillis is the most popular girl in school,” she said, “but I think she has fewer friends than any other girl, and that’s what makes it strange.”

“But if she’s so popular?” Janet queried.

“Oh, she could have dozens of friends, but she doesn’t seem to want them. She’s queer and different somehow; none of us understand her, but we all love her.”

Janet looked out of the window and smiled softly to herself. If being different from other girls meant being like Daphne, why, being different was not so bad after all.

She didn’t even bother to turn her head when Phyllis exclaimed angrily,

“I think I hate Muriel Grey.”