He thinks he can manage everybody--but he can't dictate to me,
Anne. I am not as meek as you are."

"I'm not meek," flared Anne, whose usually sweet temper had been
somewhat ruffled in her efforts to wake Judy. "But Launcelot is a very
sensible boy."

"Oh, sensible," groaned Judy. "I _hate_ sensible people."

"What kind of people do you like?" demanded Anne, indignantly.
"Unsensible ones?"

"Yes. Dashing people and lively people and funny
people--and--and--romantic people--but sensible people, oh, dear," and
she buried her head again in the pillow.

"Judy, _get up_."

"I'll be ready in time."

"No, you won't. And breakfast is ready. Judy, get up."

A gentle snore was the only answer.

"Oh," and Anne flung herself out of the room, "if you are late, Judy
Jameson, I can't help it."

She went down-stairs and ate her breakfast. But no sign of Judy.

"Judee--ee!" she called up the stairway, and "Judee--ee!" she called
again from the garden, where, with Belinda and Becky, she stood
awaiting the arrival of the carriage.

"Judith, my dear," expostulated the little grandmother, climbing the
stairway slowly, "Judith, my dear, you really must hurry. You will
have to go without any breakfast--I--"

She opened the door of the little bedroom and stopped short.

The bedclothes had been thrown over the foot-board, the pillows were on
the floor, Judy's clothes were gone, and the room was empty!

CHAPTER XIII

A FORTUNE AND A FRIGHT

"She is hiding," said Anne.

But though they hunted and called, not a sign of the missing girl could
they find.

When Launcelot came, Anne was almost in tears.

"She must be here somewhere," she said. "It's too bad. We shall be
late."

"No, we won't," said Launcelot, who had listened without a word to the
tale of Judy's shortcomings and final disappearance. "We will not be
late, Anne, for if Judy doesn't come in just three minutes, we will go
without her."

"Oh, no, no, no," protested Anne, all her grievances against Judy
forgotten in the face of such a calamity. "We can't leave her behind."

"She will leave herself behind," said Launcelot, "for mother can't miss
the boat. She has promised her friends that she will meet them."

"But my dear," protested gentle Mrs. Bart, "we can surely wait until
the last minute. Judy only intends it as a joke, and it is too bad to
leave her."

But Launcelot was in an explosive mood. The morning had been a trying
one for