remember to. That might help, too."

But Judith was not attending. Her eyes were fixed on the far side of
the great station.

"Why, there she is!" she cried in surprise. "She must have come in on
the wrong track! She's looking all around for us. Do hurry, Elinor!
I'll run on ahead and tell her you're coming."

CHAPTER VIII

SMOOTH WATERS

"Well, I declare, if you ain't just the same," said Miss Jinny, as
Patricia piloted her through the crowds to the cab-stand.

Elinor, taking Judith with her, had said a hasty farewell and hurried
off to the Academy for her criticism in the night life, with promises
to return as soon as possible.

Miss Jinny, in her fine, last-season's dress, with the usual up-to-date
hat on her scanty drab hair, and the twinkle of amusement at the
continuous entertainment that life afforded her, was looking so well
that Patricia voiced her wonder that she should have come to town for
doctoring, as her letter had intimated.

Miss Jinny chuckled huskily. "Don't you worry about that," she said,
mysteriously. "It ain't my health. It's something I didn't want to
write on paper," and she tapped her upper lip suggestively.

Patricia, noting the downy line that penciled the corners of her firm
mouth, hesitated to put an inquiry that could be delicate enough to
indicate the faint moustache without hurting Miss Jinny's feelings.

"Uppers!" said Miss Jinny, wholly unconscious of Patricia's
perturbation. "Came in on the sly last week to have a new set made.
Got measured for 'em, and am going to get them day after tomorrow.
Thought I'd combine business with pleasure and make a visit while they
were being filed to fit. I don't reckon that dentist'll hit them off
first shot. They mostly never do, you know."

"I hope he doesn't," said Patricia, warmly. "For then you'll have to
stay longer with us. And we're going to have _such_ a good time!"

In the taxicab she unfolded the plans for the week that Miss Jinny had
promised them, dwelling on each detail with all the ardor of her
enthusiastic nature.

"Lands alive!" cried Miss Jinny, enjoying herself hugely in prospect.
"I haven't the duds to do credit to such doings. Why, I'm all out of
style, and you know it, Louise Patricia Kendall! You'll have me
running into all sorts of extravagance, dyking out for your tea parties
and such like fandangos."

The taxi stopped with a bump at the curb and Patricia sprang out, paid
the man and jo