arching dome,
Patricia spoke her mind with her usual frankness.

"Tom Hughes is an awfully nice boy," she said, slipping a hand into
Judith's and Elinor's arm, as they paced the platform, waiting for Miss
Jinny's train. "But for pure, sheer adorableness, give me Mr. Hilton,
every time. Don't you think he's a perfect duck, Elinor?"

Elinor laughed easily. "He seems to be very pleasant and he certainly
is popular with the boys," she admitted, "but I must say I like Tommy
Hughes immensely."

"Which have you selected for your future partner, Judy?" teased
Patricia, turning to her little sister. "I saw your speculative eye
upon them, and I knew you were weighing them well. Which is it to
be--Tommy or the Prof?"

"I'm getting too old to be treated like such a baby, Miss Pat," said
Judith with great dignity. "I wish you wouldn't be so silly! How
could I marry an old person like Mr. Hilton, anyway?"

"Then it's Tom," cried Patricia delightedly. "I wonder if he'll mind
being tagged. Shall you tell him his fate soon, Ju, or let him
gradually waken to it?"

Judith merely pursed her lips and tossed her head. "Don't you think
the train must be late?" she said to Elinor. "I do hope you can stay
till Miss Jinny gets here."

"I have to leave in just five minutes," said Elinor, glancing at the
big illuminated clock face. "I can't be late for criticism in the
night life, you know."

They paced for a minute or two in silence, and then Patricia gave a
little sigh.

"Haven't we had a gorgeous time?" she said, thoughtfully. "I didn't
realize that we could enjoy ourselves so much for such a long time.
It's been a whole month now, and getting nicer every day. We've been
always so pinched that it seems almost wicked to be so careless about
spending money, doesn't it, Norn?"

"I don't feel that way," said Elinor gratefully. "I'm thankful every
minute of the day for the happiness we have, and I feel that it has
come to us from the same Lord that made the world full of beauty and
joy."

Patricia gave her arm a quick squeeze. "If we weren't on a public
platform, I'd kiss you for that, Elinor Kendall," she said, ardently.
"You make things so comfortable for me."

"We don't waste anything, anyway, and we do all we can to be nice to
other people," said Judith, seriously. "And that ought to count,
oughtn't it?"

"Like a charm to keep off ghosts," laughed Patricia. "Perhaps we ought
to cross our fingers, Ju, when we