t the fun."

"And I won't forget to let you know just when I'm ready to give in
mine, so we both can see how they take it," said Elinor from the door.

Patricia laughed as she too rose.

"I'll see to it that you don't forget, miss," she said gayly.
"Good-bye, Judy; don't be late for lunch, for it's short and sweet with
us real artists. We can't potter over our food like you idle
Philistines, you know."

Judith gulped the last mouthful and flung down her napkin.

"I'll be there on time," she promised, eagerly. "Miss Hillis said I
could go five minutes earlier, as it was a holiday afternoon. I'll get
the rolls and oranges on my way."

"We'll meet you at the door on Charter Street," Elinor reminded her, as
she kissed her. "Be sure to be there on time."

"I'll remember," laughed Judith, her anticipation of the delights of
lunching at the Academy with grown-up artists shining in her starry
eyes. "I'm perfectly crazy over it. I'm going to write all about it
in my diary."

"Then we _shall_ be handed down to fame!" cried Patricia, giving Judith
a very hard squeeze and pinching her thin cheeks into color. "Look us
over well, Judy-pudy, and see how much you can make of your two
illustrious sisters; for I feel sure that I, for one, will never have a
chance to be 'writ up' again."

"Oh, go along, Miss Pat! You'll be awfully late," said Judith,
wriggling away, flushed and happy.

Patricia watched, flying up the stairs two steps at a time, and she
turned to Elinor, with her hand on the door.

"Ju's a clever young monkey, in spite of her grannified airs," she
said, warmly. "If we can only get some of the starch out of her by the
time she's old enough to take notice, her dream of being a great writer
may come half-way true."

"If she's going to be a writer, she'll drop her dignified pose soon
enough," predicted Elinor easily. "She'll be too much interested in
other people and things to remember herself too vividly."

"That's so," admitted Patricia readily. "You always hit the nail on
the head, old lady. Now I must run. See you later," and closing the
door behind her, she ran down the steps and hurried off through the
tingling morning air, with her parcel tight under her arm and a
kindling light on her mobile face.

"I do hope they like it and won't be too hard on me," she thought, as
she hastened on. "It took a lot of trouble to make all the little
figures, but if they'll only let me off from speechifyin