Major Stroud shook his head.
"Orphan . . . only child, too. He doesn't see enough people. Not like me; I like to keep goin' . . . gaddin' about."
Judy was amused at this. Solid, heavy Major Stroud, picturing himself as a sort of social butterfly!
"But you two see a good deal of each other, don't you?" Judy wanted to feel sure that Chip was not altogether alone.
"Oh, Lord, yes! Good old Chip! Been through two campaigns together." Then as Judy held out her hand, "'By, Miss Pendleton. I'll let you know how he gets on. Ought to be out to-morrow."
They walked briskly down Church Street, Judy with an arm through Noel's, and her chin buried in her furs.
"Well?" said Noel.
"Well?" she echoed.
"I said it first," remarked her brother.
"Translated, I take it to mean, how do I like Chip? Is that it?"
"Couldn't have put it better."
"I like him immensely," said Judy obligingly. "Now it's your turn."
