Judy

e orchard, all snow and ebo

soft nothings to herself. Under the tree little Anne lay a

if we could fly like Becky Sharp, we would all go to

rusty red robin on a near-by stum

went on, drowsily, "and when they died they preser

he rusty red robin was busy with

the grass, Anne sat up

aid. "Becky, go

raddled awkwardly to the stump, scaring the robin into fli

head, and by several well-delivered nips sent the wh

id Anne, as she cuddled her, "but it's hor

ecky Sharp climbed once more to the limb of the plum-tr

There is some one comin

lap and stood up.

arm, blinked solemnly down at

with him, with a white hat on, and they'll stay to lunch, and there isn't

rd with Belinda a white streak behind her, and B

," called Anne, when she reached a smal

oof, a head appeared-a head tied up just now in a c

eathlessly, "Judge Jameson is coming

bread and milk," said the

e the Judge just

me that Judge Jameson has eaten bread and milk at my table, Anne, and it won't be the last," and with that the little grandmot

Anne," she said "and

ecky Sharp went down the

ocuses and hyacinths. Against the background of the gray house, an almond

e girl beside him, as they drove up, "that little

ne with an uplifting of he

a queer gir

roduction, when he had shaken hands with Anne. "She is going

of violets, the straight white linen frock, the white cloth coat, and the low ribbon-tied shoes, and the unconscious air with whic

Judy responded with a self-posses

grandmother from the doorway, "I

y dear," she told Judy, "she and

co. "Oh, were you," she said, indifferently, "I didn't know tha

nd we went to our first parties together, and became engaged at the sam

Judge, with a smile on his fine old face, "

," said Judy, with a litt

n't you, don't you e

at Judy laughed. "Oh, I don't read much," she said.

uzzled stare. "Don't you like book

em," said

e shock of such a statement, the

"I want to talk to Mrs. Batcheller

e little grandmother. "Of course you'll sta

p followed the two gir

on the wide window-sil

udy's feet and b

he stiffness, as she spread the table with a thin o

Belinda's patting paw. "I hate

da, who rubbed against the table leg, and as she met the affectionate glance of the cat's green orbs, her

ender white figure in the old rocker. Around her eyes

urmured, and laid her head back

Aren't you feeling well,

said, slowly. "I'm tire

elt tired in her life, nor sick. "Wouldn't you like a glass of milk?"

milk," s

posite. "I am afraid you won't have much for lunch," she q

said Judy, listlessly. "Do

nd dished them in the little glass saucers that had been among her grandmother's wed

on the table?" said Judy. "Flower

fair face. "Oh, do you like flowers, J

hem," she said. "Give

get you some

udy?" asked Anne. "We have a

e shiver of distaste. "Oh, no, no," she shu

d Anne, "it belonged to

ul," said Judy, as she went o

of the table, seemed to radiate sunshine, and to glorify the plain little room. "I s

h interest-at the plain, straight figure in the unfashionable blue gingham, at the freckled face, with

ve here, Anne?" sh

er the tulips, lifted

e said. "Of cou

Judy. "I hate th

tly, but with a swift straightening of her slender young

t," she s

is strange girl who hated so many things, and who was starin

ause it is my home," s

quickly. "I am never

" she

er,

to stay here with him-" There

you will like it after awhile," she sai

s stifled, "but he isn't

there was silence,

ast illness. I was with her every minute-a

her lips trembled, her eyes were dry. Anne reached out a plump,

at her with a strange softness in her dark eyes. Suddenly she bent

she said, sharply. "I can't s

e knew that there was a bond between them, and