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"Well, dear?" Auntie Mogs looked up from her paper the next morning at breakfast to greet her niece. Phyllis kissed her and sat down quietly at her place. "Only one more morning to wait," she said happily, "and then " "Or until one or the other of you get married." "Married! Oh, what a perfectly silly idea!" Phyllis laughed.
"To bed with you," Tom laughed, as he kissed them both, "and happy dreams." They were asleep in a very short time, but curiously enough they did not dream of dancing and music as they had expected, for Phyllis dreamed of Akbar and Janet of Boru. Tom left for the West the next day, and Janet and Phyllis returned from the station with Auntie Mogs.
"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 explained. "Well, I don't think that was very nice to you, Sally dear," Miss Carter protested. "Do hurry and eat your luncheon. I told Annie to keep it hot for you, and, oh, by the way, there are some letters for you on the hall table."
Her aunt took her hand impulsively and squeezed it. "But, my dear, that is absolutely absurd. You will be miserable without him, especially when everything is new to you. I will write up to Mrs. Miss Carter was a gentle little lady, but when she made up her mind to a thing that thing was as good as accomplished. "Oh, Auntie Mogs, that's awfully sweet of you," Janet said gratefully.
"The only thing that worries me," she added, smiling, "is whether or not Janet will like the girls." Phyllis looked at her in astonishment. "But of course she will," she exclaimed. "They are all, or nearly all, awfully nice and why, Auntie Mogs, she's sure to like them." Miss Carter smiled as she left the table. She had given Phyllis a new idea and she did not mean to dwell upon it.
"I want her to love it, Auntie Mogs," she said softly. "I want her to love it, and I want her to be happy. But, oh, dear, suppose she isn't? Suppose she is homesick for Old Chester. Perhaps she'll just hate the city. If she does oh, Auntie Mogs, if she does, I think I shall die." This time Miss Carter did not smile. "Phyllis dear," she said kindly, "do you love Janet?"
Phyllis demanded, but a laughing "good night" was her only answer. She flew back to the snuggery to tell Janet the news, and they both went down to the library to tell Auntie Mogs. She did not look as surprised as she might have been expected to, but they were too excited to notice that. "What do you suppose he means?" Phyllis demanded. "Where can we be going?"
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