in on the
eleven-fifteen at the Terminal and have to leave on the 4.30. Yours,'
et cetera and so on, and all that stuff. Hallelujah, good gentleman,
what a lark!"

"I think you ought to use better language, Miss Pat, now that you are
going to be a sculptor," said Judith severely, and then broke into open
delight. "We'll go, won't we, Elinor? We wouldn't disappoint David,
would we? On his birthday, too."

"It must be Tom Hughes' birthday," said Elinor. "But whose ever it is,
we are going to celebrate, since we're invited. I'll write 'immejit,'
as Hannah Ann says."

"But how do you know it isn't David's?" persisted Judith, as she
gathered up her letters. "We never asked David when his birthday came,
did we?"

Patricia rolled her eyes in mock agony.

"Did it occur to your massive mind that David Francis Edward had a twin
sister with whom you were fairly well acquainted?" she asked in smooth
and oily tones. "Twins, you know, have a quaint custom of celebrating
their birthdays on the same date. Don't swoon, Infant; it is
overpowering news, but you'll get over it in time."

Judith tossed her head, with a little giggle at her own expense.

"I forgot," she said. "I never can remember that you're both the same
age. You are always saying that he is so young, Miss Pat."

"So he is," replied Patricia, promptly. "No end younger than I am; but
boys are that way. Who's your other letter from, Ju?"

Judith's face assumed a smooth blankness that passed unnoticed by both
Elinor and Patricia, now intent on finishing their breakfast and
getting off.

"Hannah Ann just says that the house is all right and Henry is as well
as usual," she replied, with an uneasy flush on her clear cheek.

"What in the world did Hannah Ann write to you for?" queried Elinor
absently. "She usually sends her weekly reports to me."

"She's all right," repeated Judith, with an apprehensive glance at
Patricia, who, however, was entirely oblivious, her attention now being
wholly concentrated on her breakfast and Bartine's Tours.

"I must see Mrs. Hudson," said Elinor, rising. "I'll meet you at the
Academy, Squibs. Have you your candy all done up? I shan't take my
life-class stuff till this afternoon."

"But you've got to turn in the head-class fee this morning, you know,"
reminded Patricia, coming back from Italy with a jump. "I have my junk
all ready, and I'll tell you when I'm going to spring it on them, so
you can have a peep a