that I'd have to show off
even there."

"Patricia!" gasped Judith, shocked out of her dreamy calm. "You
oughtn't to say things like that. It's--it's not religious!"

Patricia dropped back instantly to her usual manner.

"Well, anyway, I'm fearfully hungry," she said airily. "I can't stand
any more palaver. Come along to the cave and let us feed while there
is time."

Luncheon was particularly gay, much to Judith's delight. Margaret
Howes joined Patricia as she carried Judith off to the them, and
Griffin with a kindred spirit had the next table. Doris Leighton, the
pretty girl whom Patricia had so ardently admired on her first day and
who had not been visible since then, appeared without her pale
companion, and took the table on the other side of them, and when
Margaret Howes, at Patricia's entreaty, introduced them, she brought
her chair over to their table and made one of their merry party.

Judith was silent for the most part, but her eyes glowed like live
coals and she kept tossing her pale, straight mane in the way she had
when pleasantly excited.

"Well, what do you think of Bohemia?" asked Griffin, as they climbed
the narrow iron stair again, the time having come for Judith to say
good-bye.

Judith was equal to the occasion, as usual.

"I like it better than the land of the Amorites and the Hittites," she
responded so promptly that the other gaped.

"Upon my word, you're a classy young 'un," she grinned. "Come again
soon and give us some more."

Patricia as she carried Judith off to the dressing room for her wraps,
was moved to inquiry.

"How in the world could you answer her so pat?" she asked, twinkling at
Judith's superior air.

"Oh, I heard you say this morning that outside people were Philistines,
and when I tried to look it up in the Old Testament, I read a lot of
hard names, and I remembered them," she said, triumphantly. "I didn't
think, though, that I'd be able to use them so soon."

Patricia shook her head.

"You certainly are the limit," she said, gravely. "What makes you care
so much about words and names and such like things?" she asked, trying
to get at a clearer understanding of her little sister's mental
processes.

Judith was entirely unconscious of the probe.

"Why, because they're the very nicest things in the world, of course,"
she replied spiritedly. "I love to get new ones and see how they work.
It's such fun. Like archery practice, when you hit the bull's eye