“What a wonderful sleep!” Jane was just stretching out in her bunk. “I suppose Judy is up and dressed, and interviewing the crew.” She pulled the little window curtain back cautiously, and sent her half-opened eyes after the fleeting landscape. “And a lovely day. I am glad of that, for even in a train one enjoys fresh, clean weather.” She slipped into the dark blue travelling kimono, and slippers to match, in which Jane might make her way to the dressing room without attracting undue attention. Thus attired she put her hand up to give the curtain of the upper, Judy’s berth, a signal yank. “Judith,” she called lightly. “Are you up, Judith?” No answer. Her chum was, she presumed, dressed and out for exercise. With the convenient little dressing bag Jane hurried off to make her day’s toilette, being assured she would meet Judith either on the way to, or in the ladies’ room. But Judith was not in sight, neither along the way nor in the dressing-room. Jane made her toilette in haste, and thus refreshed from the “wonderful sleep” polished off with accessories of the best travelling comforts, she stepped from the compartment. “Where can Judy be?” she asked herself in some anxiety. Then the entire length of the coach was covered, to make sure the girl had not buried herself deep in a seat beside some new-found acquaintance. But no Judy was to be sighted. Jane returned to her berth and signalled the porter he might “make it up.” At an opportune moment she asked him had he seen her friend. “No, Miss, that is, not since quite early. She went out to the observation, but I saw her come back. No one out there now,” replied the white-linened porter. The thought of the observation car, with its open-end vestibule gave Jane a little shiver. Of course Judith was accustomed to travel. Nothing could happen to her. Still, where was she? “I’ll take another look in the observation,” she remarked. “I fancy she might like to see early morning developing.” And Jane left the porter with his tasks. It seemed everyone was passing into their breakfast with that avidity so marked in hotels and “en routes,” when people have so little to think of except eating, drinking and sleeping. Jane felt the call of an appetite herself, but had no thought of going to breakfast without Judith. Where could the girl be? Each probable rendezvous uncovered negatively, added to Jane’s momentarily increasing anxiety. “Strange!” she commented. “Judy is always ready to exchange notes in the morning. She would hardly undertake anything so absorbing as to keep her away all this time. Besides, what could she find engrossing on this Limited?” Finally realizing she could not find her chum, she sought out her faithful porter. Not delaying to ring the bell, Jane looked about and soon found Alfred (this was his name she overheard) arranging cushions on the rear sofa, for a baby to rest there. “I can’t locate my friend,” she began. “Have you seen her?”