Jan

The memory came more quickly for her friend, Jan Mundt, formerly of Cedar Falls and now of Florida.

And Colannah had been like a father—it seemed to Jan Queetlee as if he had had no other father.

He ran to the window through which his sister Janet, or Jan as she liked to be called, was looking.

Meg and Jan were busy in the day-nursery, making the little garments that were outgrown so fast.

He was, in fact, the man who had helped George the very night that Jan arrived.

"We must try to track 'em, since we can't hear 'em," said Jan, fumbling in his pockets.