Judith was silent for the most part, but her eyes glowed like live coals and she kept tossing her pale, straight mane in the way she had when pleasantly excited.
"Well, what do you think of Bohemia?" asked Griffin, as they climbed the narrow iron stair again, the time having come for Judith to say good-bye.
Judith was equal to the occasion, as usual.
"I like it better than the land of the Amorites and the Hittites," she responded so promptly that the other gaped.
"Upon my word, you're a classy young 'un," she grinned. "Come again soon and give us some more."
Patricia as she carried Judith off to the dressing room for her wraps, was moved to inquiry.
"How in the world could you answer her so pat?" she asked, twinkling at Judith's superior air.
"Oh, I heard you say this morning that outside people were Philistines, and when I tried to look it up in the Old Testament, I read a lot of hard names, and I remembered them," she said, triumphantly. "I didn't think, though, that I'd be able to use them so soon."
Patricia shook her head.
"You certainly are the limit," she said, gravely. "What makes you care so much about words and names and such like things?" she asked, trying to get at a clearer understanding of her little sister's mental processes.