Phyllis laughed. She was a little embarrassed.
"She's my twin, you know," she confessed, "and so—"
"And so you haven't gumption enough to say that she's a beauty." Sally settled the question with her usual straightforwardness.
"Is she like you, Phyl?" Eleanor demanded.
"Not a bit," Phyllis denied. "She's a thousand times nicer. She is so quiet when there are people around that it looks as though she were bashful, but she really isn't a bit. She just never says anything unless it's worth saying, and I wish you could see her look at me when I babble on."
The girls laughed, and Muriel asked:
"What school has she been to? One up there in the country, I suppose."
Phyllis bit her lip. What was the matter with Muriel? She was being disagreeable and not at all like the good-natured rolypoly chum of past years.
"Janet has never been to school," she said quietly, "she has always had a tutor."
"Oh, Aunt Jane's poll parrot! That means she will know twice as much as any of us," Sally cried.