Don for the moment was forgotten.
As Phyllis hurried home, many were the thoughts that kept her company, for the brisk wind had blown all her doubts away and only the joy of Janet's arrival remained.
People passing her saw a slender girl of thirteen with a delicate oval face and well-shaped features framed in a wealth of gold brown hair. Her eyes were soft and limpid, and they held an expression of dreaminess in their depths.
This afternoon, however, they sparkled and seemed to challenge the whole world to find a happier mortal.
She walked along, her step light as a fairy's, her skirts still blowing at the whim of the breezes.
"I think I will stop and see some of the girls," she said to herself, but she changed her mind the next minute and went home instead. It was like Phyllis to make up her mind one minute and change it the next.
She found the house deserted on her return, and she had to go down to the basement to get in.
"Where's everybody?" she demanded of Lucy, the fat good-natured cook.
"Out, my dear," Lucy told her. "Your aunt is out calling, and Annie has gone to the grocery for me."
"What did you forget to-night?" Phyllis teased, as she swung herself up on the kitchen table.