"Tell us how you did it?"
"No, that's my secret," Chuck replied firmly; "mine and Don's, and I'll never tell."
And he kept his word, for not until many years later did the Page twins learn the difference that he saw between them every time he looked at them.
CHAPTER XIII
A BLUE MONDAY
"Phyl, do come away from that window; you've been staring out into the dark ever since dinner." Janet spoke from the depth of her favorite chair where, as usual, she was ensconced with a book and Boru. Tonight Sir Galahad was cuddled down on her shoulder as well, for his own mistress was restless company. Boru eyed the interloper with open disapproval. There was a truce of sorts between the two animals; a truce not in any way to be confused with a peace. Boru's bared teeth and Sir Galahad's arched back were constant signs that a state of war existed between them.
"What under the sun are you looking at?" Janet went on impatiently. "You give me the fidgets."
"Oh, read your book," Phyllis said without turning. "I'm only star gazing."
"Read? How under the sun can I, with Galahad and Boru making faces at each other under my very nose. Come and take your cat, or I will dump him on the floor; he's making Boru miserably jealous."