"Grandfather," said Judy, at the lunch-table, "I want to take Anne home
with us."

A little shiver went up and down Anne's spine. She wasn't sure whether
it would be pleasant to go with Judy or not. Judy was so different.

"I don't believe Anne could leave Becky and Belinda," laughed the
Judge. "She would have to carry her family with her."

"Of course she can leave them," was Judy's calm assertion, "and I want
her, grandfather."

She said it with the air of a young princess who is in the habit of
having her wishes gratified. The Judge laughed again.

"How is it, Mrs. Batcheller?" he asked.

"May Anne go?"

The little grandmother shook her head.

"I don't often let her leave me," she said.

"But I want her," said Judy, sharply, and at her tone the little
grandmother's back stiffened.

"Perhaps you do, my dear," was her quiet answer, "but your wants must
wait upon my decision."

The mild blue eyes met the frowning dark ones steadily, and Judy gave