any other room, she can have mine," said Judith
promptly. "She never would let us make up for all those afternoons
that she kept the library for us, and I'd love to be _dreadfully_
uncomfortable if I could help make her comfortable."

Elinor laughed and patted the slender hand that pressed the table with
such nervous force.

"I don't think Miss Jinny'd want any of us to suffer for her pleasure,
Ju dear," she said gently. "I'm sure Mrs. Hudson has a good front room
that we can get. I heard that Miss Snow had left and her room wasn't
to be filled till next week; so we are just in the nick of time, you
see."

"Isn't it lucky?" cried Patricia radiantly. "You'll see about it right
away, won't you, Elinor? It has a splendid view of the park. I know
she'll love that. You know how she hates 'bricks and mortar.'"

Elinor nodded, picking up her letter again. "You don't seem at all
keen about David," she began, when Judith broke out excitedly, holding
up her letter.

"Mrs. Shelly wants me to come with Miss Jinny and stay over Sunday.
Please, please let me go, Elinor, for she says she'll get out all her
old stories and letters, and we'll have a splendid time!"

Patricia and Elinor swept a swift, remembering glance at the pale,
eager face, and the memory of that scene in the old bookroom at
Greycroft, when Judith had the vision of her future, flashed into each
mind. They had had no laughter then for Judith's prophecy of her
literary career, and so now they had only instant sympathy with their
little sister's enthusiasm.

"Of course you shall go, Ju dear," said Elinor, warmly. "It's sweet of
Mrs. Shelly to ask you, and you'll have a lovely time in that dear
little old-fashioned house with her and Miss Jinny."

"Won't it seem queer to you to be anywhere but at Greycroft, though?"
mused Patricia, her eyes wide and absent. "Although we've only had the
place not quite a year, I feel as though we'd always been there, and I
can't imagine how it would seem to have to live anywhere else _now_."

"That's because it is the first real home you've known," said Elinor.
"One always feels that way about a _home_."

Judith cocked her blond head thoughtfully.

"Don't you think it's the house, too?" she asked critically. "Some
houses seem to be so alive and to belong to some people. Greycroft
just fitted Aunt Louise, and when she left, it was lonesome till it
found someone who liked the same things she did, and then it opene