CHAPTER IV

THE BIRD ROOM Once they were in the big, square entrance hall Marjorie paused and looked at her charge consideringly. “P’raps we’d better go upstairs,” she said. “You’ll want to brush your hair and wash your hands and face, won’t you? We’ll have to buck up, though; the tea-bell will be going in three minutes!” As she said this she caught hold of Judy’s hand and pulled her across the hall, through a narrow passage, up a steep winding staircase, and so into a wide corridor, along which girls of various sizes were pas…