Judy

Judy

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Title: Judy
Author: Temple Bailey
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Language: English
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JUDY
BY
TEMPLE BAILEY

GROSSET & DUNLAP

PUBLISHERS -------- NEW YORK

COPYRIGHT 1907
by Little, Brown & Company

To my father

CONTENTS
CHAPTER
I.
THE JUDGE AND JUDY II. ANNE GOES TO TOWN III. IN THE
JUDGE'S GARDEN IV. "YOUR GRANDMOTHER, MY DEAR" V.
TOO MANY COOKS VI. A RAIN AND A RUNAWAY VII.
TOMMY TOLLIVER: SEAMAN VIII. A WHITE SUNDAY IX. A
BLUE MONDAY X. MISTRESS MARY XI. THE PRINCESS AND
THE LILY MAID XII. LORDLY LAUNCELOT XIII. A FORTUNE
AND A FRIGHT XIV. A PRECIOUS PUSSY CAT XV. THE
SPANISH COINS XVI. THE WIND AND THE WAVES XVII.
MOODS AND MODELS XVIII. JUDY KEEPS A PROMISE XIX.
PERKINS CLEANS THE SILVER XX. ANNE HEARS A BURGLAR
XXI. CAPTAIN JUDY XXII. THE CASTAWAYS XXIII. IN A
SILVER BOAT XXIV. "HOME IS THE SAILOR FROM THE SEA"
XXV. LAUNCELOT BUYS A COW XXVI. JUDY PLAYS LADY
BOUNTIFUL XXVII. THE SUMMER ENDS

JUDY
CHAPTER I

THE JUDGE AND JUDY
There was a plum-tree in the orchard, all snow and ebony against a sky
of sapphire.
Becky Sharp, perched among the fragrant blossoms, crooned soft
nothings to herself. Under the tree little Anne lay at full length on the
tender green sod and dreamed daydreams.
"Belinda," she said to her great white cat, "Belinda, if we could fly like
Becky Sharp, we would all go to Egypt and eat our lunch on the top of
the pyramids."
Belinda, keeping a wary eye on a rusty red robin on a near-by stump,
waved her tail conversationally.
"They used to worship cats in Egypt, Belinda," Anne went on, drowsily,
"and when they died they preserved them in sweet spices and made
mummies of them--"
But Belinda had lost interest. The rusty red robin was busy with a
worm, and she saw her chance.
As she sneaked across the grass, Anne sat up, "I'm ashamed of you,
Belinda," she said. "Becky, go bring her back!"
The tame crow fluttered from the tree with a squawk and straddled
awkwardly to the stump, scaring the robin into flight, and beating an
inky wing against Belinda's whiteness.
Belinda hit back viciously, but Becky flew over her head, and by
several well-delivered nips sent the white cat mewing to the shelter of
her mistress' arms.
"I suppose you can't help it, Belinda," said Anne, as she cuddled her,
"but it's horrid of you to catch birds, horrid, Belinda."
Belinda curled down into Anne's blue gingham lap, and Becky Sharp
climbed once more to the limb of the plum-tree, from which she

presently sounded a discordant note.
Anne raised her head. "There is some one coming," she said, and rolled
Belinda out of her lap and stood up. "Who is it, Becky?"
But Becky, having given the alarm, blinked solemnly down at her
mistress, and said nothing.
"It's Judge Jameson's horse," Anne informed her pets, "and there's a girl
with him, with a white hat on, and they'll stay to lunch, and there isn't a
thing but bread and milk, and little grandmother is cleaning the attic."
She picked up her hat and flew through the orchard with Belinda a
white streak behind her, and Becky Sharp in the rear, a pursuing black
shadow.
"Little grandmother, little grandmother," called Anne, when she
reached a small gray house at the edge of the orchard.
At a tiny window set in the angle of the slanting roof, a head
appeared--a head tied up just now in a clean white cloth, which framed
a rosy, wrinkled face.
"Little grandmother," cried Anne, breathlessly, "Judge Jameson is
coming, and there isn't anything for lunch."
"There's plenty of fresh bread and milk," said the little grandmother
calmly.
"But we can't give the Judge just that," said Anne.
"It isn't what you give, it's the spirit you offer it in," said the little
grandmother, reprovingly. "It won't be the first time that Judge
Jameson has eaten bread and milk at my table, Anne, and it won't be
the last," and with that the little grandmother untied the white cloth,
displaying a double row of soft gray curls that made her look like a
charming, if elderly, cherub.
"You go and meet him, Anne," she said "and I'll come right down."

So Anne and Belinda and Becky Sharp went