show it to you as soon as you've all finished. Judy, haven't you
anything to say?"

Judith finished dabbling her fingers in the finger-bowl, and wiped them
daintily. Then she raised her clear eyes to the expectant company.

"The only thing I'm afraid of is that Mrs. Hudson won't let us go a
whole month sooner," she said with the calmness of despair. "I suppose
I'll have to stay there all by myself, just because I'm the youngest
and not an artist. But I tell you all this--I'm not going to stay
alone. I'll get Mrs. Shelly to come in----"

"Good idea, Judy," said Bruce encouragingly. "We'll see what we can do
about it. Come along now, we're going to inspect the new premises.
You girls get your duds on while I settle up. It's only around the
corner, and we'll be there in a jiffy."

CHAPTER XIV

NEW QUARTERS AND OLD FRIENDS

They went up in the little box of an elevator, and as they got out,
Bruce jingled his keys invitingly.

"I'll let you open the door--for luck, Judy," he said, holding out a
key. "See if you can guess which door it belongs to."

Judith scanned the doors critically, her brows puckered and her head
aslant.

"We-e-ll," she said, slowly revolving so as to see each hall in turn.
"I'll take the one just ahead there. It hasn't any card on the door
and all the others have."

"Clever child!" commended Bruce. "That escaped my notice. You're
right, of course. Go ahead. Open up."

Judith put the key in its lock, turned it easily and then swung the
door wide, but before the others could catch even a glimpse of the
interior, she gave a little squeaking cry and rushed in, leaving the
door to bang after her.

"Well, of all things!" exclaimed Patricia indignantly. "We're locked
out!"

"We can ring if Bruce has no other key," said Elinor hastily. "She'll
surely let us in."

So, as there was no other key, Patricia put her finger to the bell on
the lintel and kept it there till the knob rattled and the door was
flung open wide. Judith was standing in the middle of the big,
comfortable studio and her face was flushed, but not one word did she
say in explanation of her singular behavior.

Elinor and Patricia were so occupied with the room that she almost
escaped reproof, but Patricia, as she turned from admiring the stairway
that wound up one side of the studio to a nook in the peaked roof
above, caught a very knowing look on her little sister's face which was
meant for Bruce, and s