But Phyllis did know. There was something wrong, she felt sure, but she could not understand what it was. She had been delighted with the way her friends had welcomed her twin, but when Janet had seemed to refuse their offers of friendship she could only conclude that she did not like them. But Phyllis would not accept any such explanation meekly. Janet was not happy, therefore something must be done, and she decided to talk the matter over with Sally.
She chose the noon recess, when Janet remained in the study hall to finish a composition she was writing.
Sally listened gravely.
"What shall I do about it?" Phyllis finished dolefully.
"Well, something," Sally replied decidedly. "I don't know just what, but something's wrong, and we will have to ferret it out. She's strange, of course, and she doesn't understand us very well. I've seen her look at me as if she thought I were crazy sometimes. She acts as though she didn't like us, but I think she does really. Time's the thing, of course, but it won't do to wait until the girls begin to resent her standoffishness."
"Oh, Sally, don't," pleaded Phyllis. "Hello, Taffy," she added, as Daphne passed slowly behind her chair.
"'Lo," Daphne drawled.
In another part of the room another group of girls were discussing Janet.
"She's really not a bit like Phyllis," Eleanor said with a frown. "I can't make her out."
"Neither can any one else," replied Rosamond. "She's queer."