in the morning for a minute to say good-by. Give Madame Claire my love, and tell her the trip will be a godsend to me."
She went straight to her mother with the news. Millie was thoroughly annoyed.
"I think your grandmother has taken leave of her senses," she said. "First Connie and now this. You can't possibly go to Cannes alone."
"Mother!" Judy exclaimed. "Please don't treat me as though I were a child or an imbecile. You know perfectly well I can go—and must go. If you and father won't help me, Claire will pay my expenses. I know she'll offer to, anyway."
"You had better speak to your father," said Millie with chilling disapproval.
It was undoubtedly one of Mr. Pendleton's best days. He looked almost indulgently at his handsome, excited daughter, and said:
"Well, Judith, I can see you're bent on going. I suppose you'll find friends there. You might arrange to come back with some of them. My only fear is that the old man will die, and that would be very awkward for you. They make a considerable to-do in France, when people die. Still, I suppose if your grandmother wants it . . ."
Considerably later, she found herself alone
