She felt absolutely friendless, except for her dear Tricots. The Browns could never see her again. They must blame her, as it was all her fault that Kent had come for her. If she had not been so full of her own conceit, she would certainly have sailed for America when all the others did at the breaking out of the war. Her mother and father seemed as remote as though they were on another planet. The war might last for years and there seemed no chance of their leaving Berlin.
"I'll just stay on here and earn my board and keep," she sighed. "The Tricots find me useful and they want me."
In the meantime, Kent and Jim Castleman went and sat down in the Garden of the Luxembourg to smoke and talk it over, Kent still fondly clasping the serge dress.
"I'll find her all right before night," declared Kent. "She'll be sure to go to the Bents' studio sometime to-day. I'll write a note and leave it with the concierge. I'll also leave a note at the American Club. She must go there twice a week at least. I'd like to know where the poor little thing is," and Kent heaved a sigh.
"I bet she is all right, wherever she is," comforted Jim. "Say, Brown, I don't like to mention it, but I am starved to death."
"Well, you see when a pal is in trouble it seems so low to go get hungry."
"But I'm not in trouble. Now if I thought that Judy had been in that place last night there would be something to be troubled about, but as it is, I just can't find her for a few hours, or maybe minutes. Where shall we eat?"
"That's up to you. I'm getting mighty low in funds, so let's do it cheap but do it a plenty," and Jim looked rather ruefully at his few remaining francs.
"I am still in funds but I shall have to go it mighty easy, too, to get Judy and me home. I tell you what we might do. Let's go to a shop where they have ready cooked food and bring it out here and eat it. They say you can live on half what it costs to eat in a restaurant. When I was studying over here I knew lots of fellows who lived that way. Of course, they had studios where they could take the stuff and eat it, but the Luxembourg Garden is good enough. I know a place where the Perkinses used to deal. They are the funny lot I told you about, the long-haired man and the short-haired woman. He is driving an ambulance now and goodness knows where she is."