"Oh, something funny that happened last summer," Janet replied.
"Haven't you ever told your sister about it?" Peter inquired, and Janet shook her head.
"Then I'll tell you, Phyllis," Peter promised; "but I'll wait until we are on the scene of action."
"There are a lot of things I want to ask you,"—Phyllis laughed, "and a lot of places I want to see. Jan's no good at telling stories, she leaves out all the most interesting part."
"Well, you shall have a true and minute description from me, never fear," Peter told her.
"Let me drive," Janet begged a minute later, and Peter changed places with her, and for the rest of the drive he talked to Phyllis and Auntie Mogs, for Janet was too taken up with the spirited team to have any time for conversation.
The Enchanted Kingdom presented a strangely orderly view. The road was trim and the gravel raked smoothly. The barns and outhouses were painted white, and they looked surprisingly clean against the gray sky. The house itself had lost all its rakish and forlorn look, though it retained, in spite of paint, its inviting air of mystery.
Gone were the dilapidated boards that had barred the windows, and white curtains fluttered in their stead. Green box-trees guarded each side of the white door, whose brass knocker shone in proof of the care lavished upon it.
"Well, what does the Princess think about it?" Peter demanded, delighted at Janet's look of surprise.
"I'd never have recognized it," she confessed. "What a lot you have done to it!"