"Any number of 'em. On his clothes. A dirty feeder. As for his hair! . . ."
"Isn't it queer, Noel? That sort of thing? I can't understand it, can you?"
"I don't want to," he said shortly. "I've thought of kidnapping Connie and shutting her up somewhere till he goes. He'll only be here a week or so. I saw it in the paper last night."
Judy laughed as she pinned her hair into place.
"Poor old Connie! She's sure to do the wrong thing, I suppose. She always has. But there's just a chance. She's so fond of you."
"I'm rather fond of her. She's a good sort, really, under all this Camille business. She doesn't understand you though."
"I can bear that," replied his sister.
"It's a funny thing," remarked Noel, remembering her comments on the subject of Judy and Chip, "but I believe that if Connie hadn't been . . . what she is . . . she'd have been a terribly conventional woman. I think she's a sort of Millie-gone-wrong."
This amused Judy greatly.
"If only mother could hear you say that!" she said.
"What's on to-night?" he asked. "Anything doing here?"
