forward to meeting friends in England—(that proves she is going with her father).
"Let me know where you will be during the coming weeks.
"My brother's section of our party—(He and Joy)—leave here next week.
"I haven't told Mrs. Ogilvie or most of the rest of us (Besides Mrs. O. there are only two so that most of them must mean the bigger—that is Colonel Ogilvie—she has not told that one of the two—then she has told the other. And the other is Joy!)
"If any of those kept in ignorance knew they too would send their love!
"'Too!' Then one does. Judy sends her own 'kind remembrance.' The only other one, Joy, sends her love—to me.
"Joy sends her love to me!"
He sat for a moment in an ecstasy, holding the letter loosely in his hand. Then he raised it to his lips and kissed it. Then he kissed it a second time, a lighter kiss, murmuring:
"That's for Aunt Judy!" He proceeded with his comment:
"The postscript: 'After a few days in London—will go on to Cumberland or Westmoreland.' No address in either place, what does that mean? She has been so clever over the rest that she can't be dull in this. She must know the London address … she thinks it best not to tell it to me—why?"
That puzzled him. He could not make out any reason from her point of view. He was willing to accept the fact and obey directions, but Judy had been so subtle in the other matter that he felt she must have some shrewd design in this. But the simple fact was that in this matter she had no design whatever. She intended to write to him again on hearing from him and to give him all details.
