r then, and I'll remember more stories for you, too."

Much to Judith's delight she kissed them all around, and then she
hustled off after Miss Jinny, leaving them to themselves in the big,
comfortable room.

Patricia flung herself on the fur rug that lay before the empty
fireplace.

"I don't feel as if I'd ever want to go to sleep," she said
rapturously. "It seems like a glorious dream that we're going to live
in this romantic place a whole month. Bruce is a perfect duck to fix
it up so we can all be together. I shan't study much here, I feel that
in my bones, but I'll have a gorgeous time. How do you feel about it,
Judy?"

Judith sat with one stocking in her hand, dreaming, and she awoke with
a start.

"I'm going to _write_!" she declared, dramatically waving the stocking
about. "This is truly inspiring!"

Patricia gave a short laugh. "Did it ever occur to you that our little
Judy might make a fair actress, Norn?" she asked, deftly catching the
bare foot that supported Judith and bringing her down on the rug beside
her. "Her passion for the limelight grows, I notice, and recent events
have not tended to make her unmindful of her merits."

"Oh, stop teasing, Miss Pat," cried Judith, wriggling free. "I
wouldn't be an actress if you'd hire me. I'm going to be a writer, and
now I'm going to bed. Good-night," and she made a flying leap into her
pillows and covered herself to the eyes. "Don't say another word to me
tonight," she warned, "or I'll call Miss Jinny. I'm going to sleep."

Patricia yawned and rose. "I guess I'll follow her virtuous example.
I'm really getting awfully drowsy, now it's so quiet," she confessed.

Elinor was already half asleep when Patricia suddenly sat up with a
mirthful gurgle.

"What fun it'll be to tell the gang at the Academy," she crowed.
"Won't Griffin rejoice and won't Doris Leighton wish she'd been good!
Margaret Howes will have a chance to meet Bruce, too. It'll be a
perfect lark all around!"

Elinor sighed in deep content.

"Maybe Bruce will let Margaret work with me sometimes," she murmured
joyfully. "I know he's going to like Griffin tremendously; she's just
the sort to fit in with us all. Miss Jinny's crazy over her. I don't
believe we'll see poor Doris Leighton again. Griffin told me she was
leaving."

Patricia cuddled down in the pillows again, with a chuckle.

"Miss Jinny told me that Mr. Spicer had asked us all to tea at the
Science and Arts Clu