THE SCREENED WINDOW
The telephone rang insistently, and Phyllis, stretched at ease on the sofa in the snuggery, looked appealingly at Janet.
"Darling twin of my heart, if you love me go and answer that. I'm so comfy," she pleaded.
Janet got up slowly from her big chair and looked reproachfully at her sister.
"Lazy, you're not a bit more comfy than I am, but I will go just to prove that I have the sweeter disposition."
"Bless you, I never doubted it," Phyllis called after her as she ran down the steps. Then she snuggled deeper into the cushions that were piled high about her, selected a large chocolate from the box beside her and closed her eyes.
It was the day before Muriel's party, and it was snowing hard. The girls had returned wet and cold from school and decided upon spending the rest of the day indoors. Janet, as usual, had found a book to read, but Phyllis, after playing with Galahad and Boru, had insisted upon interrupting, until in sheer desperation she had given it up and they had discussed the coming masquerade.
"It was Sally," Janet announced, returning from the 'phone.
"And what did she want?" Phyllis inquired. "You know, Jan, we were awfully silly not to bring Sally home with us."
"I won't tell you what she said unless you get up and hand me those chocolates," Janet replied as she settled herself once more in the big tufted chair.