him. He had hurried through a half-day's work in an hour and a
half, he had eaten hardly any breakfast for fear he should keep the
girls waiting, and now--to be treated like this!
"We can't wait any longer," he said, looking at his watch. "I am
sorry, Anne, but we shall just have to leave Judy behind."
Again Anne started to protest, but the little grandmother shook her
head. "Judy deserves it," she said. "She is too old to be so
childish."
"Maybe she is waiting down the road somewhere," said Anne, hopefully.
"I think she is trying to fool us."
But Judy was not waiting down the road. She was in the orchard behind
the plum-tree.
"It won't hurt Launcelot to wait," she had, thought as she hid herself,
"I will make him think I am not going--"
But she had not dreamed that they would go without her, and when she
saw Anne climb in and the carriage start off, she ran forward wildly.
"Wait," she called, "wait for me."
But the carriage whirled on in a cloud of dust, and her voice echoed on
the empty air.
By the time Judy reached the house Mrs. Batcheller had gone in, and so
the little girl ran down the road unseen. "Perhaps they will stop for
me," she thought, and her eyes were strained after the flying vehicle.
But it did not stop, and at last warm and tired Judy dropped down by
the roadside, a forlorn figure.
"I didn't think they would leave me," she thought disconsolately.
After a while she got up and started towards the house. She dreaded to
face Mrs. Batcheller, however, and she sat down again to decide upon a
plan for spending the day.
She would not stay in the little gray cottage, that was a sure thing,
and to go back to the Judge's meant a dull day by herself.
As she mused, a cheery whistle sounded down the road. "A Life on the
Ocean Wave" was the tune and Judy started to her feet.
"Oh, Tommy Tolliver, Tommy Tolliver," she called, "come here."
Tommy rounded the curve in the road and stared at her.
"Say, I thought you were going with Anne," he said. "They just passed
me down the road."
"Did they?" asked Judy, indifferently. "Well, at the last minute I
thought I wouldn't go."
"Well, you missed it," said Tommy, aggravatingly. "Lake Limpid's
great--and Launcelot can sail a boat like anything."
"Oh, can he?" said Judy, faintly. She loved to sail, and Tommy's words
brought before her a vision of the pleasure she had forfeited.
There was silence for several minutes, then
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