course even I want you to marry, because I think you'd be happier in the long run; but not until you find some one you can't do without."
"I have a sort of presentiment," Judy told her, flushing, "that if I ever do marry it will be some one undesirable. That is," she hastened to explain, "undesirable from mother's point of view."
"But not necessarily from mine?" inquired Madame Claire.
"Not necessarily," returned Judy.
She walked from the hotel to the house in Eaton Square where the Pendletons had lived ever since Noel was born, feeling that the world was a very blank sort of place at the moment. Having done vigorous war work for nearly five years, she was missing it more than she knew. Millicent could and did respond to the call of patriotism, and had seen her sons go forth to war like a Spartan mother; but why her only daughter should continue to do work long after the coming of peace, and when she had a comfortable home, social duties and flowers to arrange, was more than she could understand. So Judy, weary of argument, stayed at home, paid calls and arranged flowers. She felt something of an impostor, too, telling herself that she had cost her parents a great deal, and they were not getting
