Judy of York Hill

her desk, writing to her mother, found that the story of the w

s and I don't see very much of her, but you remember I told you how clever she was as Malvolio in 'Twelfth Night.' She acts awfully well and she just loves doing it. And she's always get

"; at any rate, just at this moment, Genevieve, returning from a fruit

've got some biscuits and some Washington coffe

and listening to Genevieve's woes; but Genevieve was scarcely well started on the subje

emptied her laundry bag on the bed, covered the contents with her eiderdown, spread out two dainty sets of immaculate French underwear, and wa

s Watson knocked. "Oh, is that you, Miss

of which were to be recorded in her little black book and checked off when the owners testified that the said garments had been made whole. So remembering the i

re," she commented as she t

had a hot drink. Mrs. Bronson thought I'd

and sad-looking while she watched, and then the moment Miss Watson was safely out of sight, with a slight grimace a

hat wholesale neatness would arouse Miss Wats

t have, nor Josephine; but then neither would Nancy have taken advantage of Miss Watson's short

ut some things," thought Judith as Genevieve began again on

as Genevieve's parting word, "i

eve can act! She just hoodwinked Miss Watson completely; looked like a good little prig who'd done everything she ought to do-and she was thoroughly enjoying herself. I guess she'll go on the stage when sh

because of the little scene she had just witnessed, or perhaps for no particular re

udience so much that she wrote

ow she cried and cried-yes, but sh

found her she decided she'd say nothing about it-it was too far-fet

atricia even took up a post just inside the sitting-room door and watched through the crack, but the

naged very quickly, for she was watching all the time. Genevieve put up her hand, drew out of pigeon-hole "S" another printed letter, and with a faint cry collapsed in a dead faint. At least so her condition was described to those few who were not pri

ether Genevieve were shamming, but Mrs. Bronson shooed them all out saying t

lked with lowered voices and several looked almost as white as Genevieve had, and when our heroine entered the "Jolly Susa

hould they think I would do such a nas

eared in Judi

to knock their silly heads together. I don't wonder Sal

was hor

! Why in the worl

ves that Miss Marlowe thinks she has been silly, too. I don't know for sure, b

ful! A pref

wonder was at an end. On Wednesday evening, however, Judith heard Genevieve's protest when Catherine h

e minutes before the bell will ring. Do st

ted and held the door open for Genev

antly to Nancy, "Geneviev

esolved to play

n she remembered her plans of the night before. Instantly she was out of bed; she wouldn't try to keep her secret any longer. Nancy should share it, but she wou

her," Nancy kept repeating. "Sh

settled herself in Helen Richard's cupboard to watch. Fortunately for Judith's plan Helen was in the Infi

s usual. Then, when everything was quiet again, Judith slipped out and caught up with the others as they went down to the di

Nancy's chocolates Judith felt that she could not have kept awake. Her knees ached horribly, for she wa

thing di

that she would have to watch another day, when suddenly she saw Genevieve come swiftly down the cor

letter into her own hands. Yes, it w

eve Sin

st concerned. Judith fairly ran with the precious missive to Catherine's room and fortunately found

d-such a little thing, but everybody in such a stew," she added in a confidential tone, which was ample reward t

th told her story but so modestly and so simply that Eleanor for

o more than decide to have a formal prefects' meeting

hispered Catherine scornfully to Judith as

her sternest voice: "You were seen putting this letter, which you addressed to yourself, in the letter-box," Genevieve made no denials; she broke down and confessed to all four letters. He

thought that a public apology should be made to Sally May, for Genevieve, it seemed, was responsible for the spreading of the false accusation; Helen remarked that Genevieve would l

ld consult Miss Marlowe, who must be informed that the culprit

just turned fifteen. Then after she is back again let the facts be made known about the letters; that's only fair to Sally May and to Catherine; but do it as casually as possible. Nothing is so bad f

now she desired Catherine's love and approval with all the force of her undisciplined nature, and, born actress that she was, it was the wish to attract Catherine's admiration, or at least her attention, which had made her Malvolio last term so outstandingly good. She lacked a sense of proportion in all her thinking, and even now that sh

the school nurse. She made Miss Burton promise her at least three dances for the prefects' dance on Friday night, and she did frantic sums

irely forgotten. But Eleanor found her opportunity a day or two later. The usual crowd was about the lett

alled to Sally May,

," was t

example and write one to myself, a printed one, I mean; but no, on second thoughts I don't

as Peggy said-could always raise a laugh at Genevieve's expense. "Any a-non-y-mous letters for me?"