could not help thinking that she
was the loveliest creature in the world--with her rose red cheeks and
her flashing eyes.

"She said many cutting things to me, but suddenly she stopped and ran
out of the room, and presently I saw her in the garden, this garden, my
dear, and she was flying around the oval path, as if she were walking
for a wager, her thin ruffles swirling around her, and the strings of
her bonnet fluttering in the wind.

"Around and around she went, and I just sat there and stared. When she
started in there was a deep frown on her forehead, but as she walked I
saw her face clear, and when she had completed the round a dozen times
or more, I saw her throw back her head in a light-hearted way, and then
she ran into the house.

"She came straight to me and threw her arms around my neck. 'John,'
she said, 'John, dear,' and there was the tenderest tremble in her
voice, 'John Jameson, I was a hateful thing.' I tried to stop her, but
she insisted. 'Oh, yes, I was. And I don't want the dress, I will
wear an old one--and I'll make you proud of me--'

"Then all at once she began to sob, and her head dropped on my
shoulder. 'Oh,' she cried, 'how could I say such things to you--how
could I--?'

"'What made you change, sweetheart?' I asked, and she whispered, 'Oh,
your face and the trouble in it.'

"'I made up my mind that I wouldn't say another word until I could get
control of my temper, and so I went into the garden and walked and
walked, and do you know, John Jameson, that I walked around that oval
sixteen times before I could give up that dress.'

"It wasn't the last time she walked around that oval, Judy," the Judge
finished, with a reminiscent smile on his old face, "and so perfectly
did she conquer herself, that when she left me, it was just an angel
stepping from earth to the place where she belonged."

Judy had listened breathlessly. So vivid had been the description,
that she had seemed to see on the garden walk, the slender, imperious
figure, the intent girlish face, and out of her knowledge of her own
nature, she had entered into the struggle that had taken place in her
grandmother's heart, as she flew around the oval of the old garden.

"Oh, grandfather," she said, when the Judge's quavering voice dropped
into silence, "how lovely she was--"

"She was, indeed, and I want you to be as strong."

Judy tucked her hand into his. "I'll try," she said, simply, "thank
you for telling me,