Ann and Prue and Gladys came dancing in. Gladys had made the Archery Team as a substitute.
They stopped, too shocked and surprised at the news of Phyllis’s failure.
“But you deserved it, Phil,” Ann insisted.
“Nonsense, I did no such thing. You don’t deserve things just because you want them,” Phyllis replied. “Goodness me, I’ve enough joy in your good luck to last me a life-time. So do forget about me.”
“What’s that?” Gladys demanded, and she swooped down under the bed and stood up with a note for Phyllis in her hand.
“It just fell down,” she cried. “Read it, Phil, quick!”
Phyllis read. She was a member of the Dramatic Club.
“Oh—oh, Jane!” was all she could find to say.
[CHAPTER XIX—The Tennis Games]
Christmas came, and with it the joys of long holidays and home. The Twins had a particularly good time, for Auntie Mogs, Mrs. Ladd, and Mrs. Hillis all entertained for them, and Mr. Keith, Donald’s father, gave them a marvelous party.