CHAPTER XVIII

TRYING OUT THE GAME “Oh, dear! I certainly am the most unlucky girl. I wonder why every single thing I’m interested in is bound to go wrong.” Judith had considerable more to say along the same line. It had been a day of disappointment from the start. She had put her breakfast rolls into the oven to warm, and had taken them out as black and shining as if they were advertising a new brand of stove polish. It was the day for her mother’s weekly letter, but it had failed to arrive, and Judith was working her imaginatio…