As the train moved off, he walked beside it for a few feet.
"Oh, by the way, I think I've got a job."
"Noel! Why didn't you tell me sooner? What is it? Quick!"
"I'll write," he called out. "Not positive yet. Good-by!"
"It's something that means going away," thought Judy, as she arranged herself and her belongings. "That's why he wouldn't tell me sooner."
The thought of it sent her spirits down considerably, but she made up her mind not to borrow trouble. If he hadn't spoken of it before, it was because he wasn't sure. Life without Noel would be . . . no, it didn't bear thinking of. Time enough to worry when she heard from him. Wasn't she on her way to the Riviera, for the first time? The word had always been a magical one, to her. It meant color, warmth, life. She would see the Mediterranean. And it was her first adventure. Mr. Pendleton had most unexpectedly presented her with fifty pounds, telling her to buy herself some dresses in Cannes. It was very nearly a fortune. Madame Claire herself was paying for the trip, and had given her a little money to gamble with.
