"Let's hurry," Sally said, the idea making her feel the need for immediate action. "If she's out we can wait for her."
But Janet was not out. She was sitting in the library window-seat with Boru in her lap. She saw the girls coming up the street and she knocked on the window to them and waved.
"I hoped you'd bring Sally back with you," she called as they ran up the steps. "Auntie Mogs is out and Boru is too sleepy to be very good company. I almost went over to get Sir Galahad, but I thought they might know I wasn't you and refuse to give him to me."
Sally had never heard Janet say so much at one time, and she looked at her with a new interest. Perhaps she was going to be human after all and without their aid. She devoutly hoped so.
"We came back especially to get you," she replied as she patted Boru. "Mother wants you to come to tea with her and incidentally us."
"Oh, that will be bully," Janet said, and Phyllis had hard work to believe her ears.
"What are you reading?" she inquired as a book dropped from Janet's lap.
Janet picked it up and laughed.
"Elsie Dinsmore," she answered, blushing a little. "I found it behind a shelf in the corner and I have been laughing myself sick over it."
"Laughing?" Phyllis was more surprised than ever. As she remembered the Elsie Books they were more calculated to make you weep than laugh.