Whatever she did, was done wholly for her own sake, and Judy eyed her with suspicion when she saw how promptly she took the big cat to the kitchen.
Having given the cat over to the care of Judy, Patricia raced up the stairway to her room.
Judy rolled her eyes to look after her.
"Wha' fo' she done dat?" she asked of Miss Fenler, who stood near her.
"Wha' fo'? I axes. Dat ar young miss done bring dat cat home ter hab in her room fo' a pet. How happen her to gib it up ter Judy?"
"Nonsense, Judy. She knows, as all the pupils know, that it is a fixed rule at Glenmore, that no pupil can have a pet in her room."
"All de same, Miss Patrichy meant dat cat ter be up in her room, long o' dat ar Carbale gal."
Judy never could get Arabella's name correctly. Sometimes it was "Carbale," then it was "Corbille," but never once had she managed to call it Correyville.
"Well, the cat is in the kitchen now, and you must look out for her. Keep her in for a few days until she feels that this is home, and then she will stay," Miss Fenler said, and returned to her account-books.
Thursday the two girls were in their room all day, reading, and devouring a "treat" that Patricia had smuggled in. It was much the same ménu that Patricia usually chose, without a thought as to how the different things would combine.