Phyllis laughed. "What makes you say that?" she asked.
"Well, if you had heard the things those girls said about me to me, thinking I was you, why, you'd understand," Janet said, and she smiled a little wistfully.
"Jan," Phyllis asked suddenly, "tell me something honestly and truly. Do you ever miss Old Chester?"
Janet thought for a minute and then shook her head.
"No, I honestly don't," she said slowly. "And I can't make myself, somehow."
"Do you try?"
"Yes, sometimes."
"But why?"
"Because I think I ought to. It seems so thankless of me to go whole days without even remembering there is such a place."
Phyllis jumped up from the couch, tumbling Galahad to the floor and threw her arms around her.