CHAPTER XVII

JUDY MAKES A NEW FRIEND Judy’s first thought on opening her eyes the next morning was, “Saturday! I shall see Denis to-day!” That had been the chief consolation of the night before, and through her confused dreams had flitted her brother’s face, bringing reassurance. Once she had been sure that he stroked the short, thick curls back from her face, with a murmured, “Poor kiddy,” as he did so. As a matter of fact Miss Carthew had heard her call out in her sleep, and had gone in to her to see if anything was the matte…