looked back and waved at them, and then they started on their way.
"I almost believed him myself," thought Judy, admiring the ease with which he had taken himself off.
"Your brother Noel," said Chip, "is the best fellow I've ever known."
Appreciation of Noel always touched Judy to the quick.
"You don't know how that pleases me!" she cried. "I'm so glad you feel that. There's no one like him."
"You are like him," said Chip quietly.
"I wish I were more like him."
For a while they walked on without speaking.
"Chip," said Judy at last, "I'm going to call you that. I have for a long time in my own mind and to Noel. Please treat me like an old friend and tell me about yourself and your plans. Don't let's be reserved with each other. There's so much I want to know about you. I promise you there's nothing I would hesitate to tell you about myself, and I wish you would feel that you could discuss anything with me."
"I will," he replied. "I do."
They still had with them the high wind of the night before. It was fresh and bracing, but not
