CHAPTER XXIII

MISS WETHEREL’S BIRTHDAY “Quis for a letter?” Thus Betty Selwyn in that extraordinary voice of hers as she danced into the Bird Room at twelve o’clock on the Thursday morning following the events narrated in the last chapter. Eager cries of “Ego! Ego!” answered her. With a laugh she tossed it over to Judy. “There you are, Judy my lamb! Good luck go with it!” Judy, who was getting into her brown velvet frock, preparatory to running down to the lodge gates to await Sylvia Burton—or, to give her her proper title, Sylv…