saying it's their fault. But there are two good things about it. The doctor says you'll soon be all right again, and—well, if it hadn't been for what happened that night, we'd never have met, would we?"
"That's a good effort, Judy," Noel encouraged her. "I second everything you've said. But let's cut out speeches now."
They all laughed, and after that it was easier to talk.
Major Stroud monopolized Noel, to whom he seemed to have taken a great fancy, and Judy found herself cut off from the other two, in a chair beside the sofa. For there is no room so small that a party of four cannot quite easily split up into twos.
Major Crosby looked much as Judy had expected him to look. That first sight of his face in the light from the car's lamps was, she knew, one of those mind pictures that refuse to fade. She was uncertain about the color of his eyes, which now proved to be gray, and though they smiled and had a habit of smiling as the lines about them showed, there were other lines about the forehead that spoke of anxiety. His hair was of that fine and unreliable quality that abandons its owner early in life, and Chip was already
