"Well, she isn't like Nannie May or Amelia Morrison."

"I should hope not," said the little grandmother with severity. "Nan
is a tomboy, and Amelia hasn't a bit of spirit--not a bit, Anne."

Anne changed the subject, skilfully. "Do you like Judy?" she
questioned.

"She is very much spoiled," said the little grandmother, slowly, "a
very spoiled child, indeed. Her mother began it, and the Judge will
keep it up. But Judy is like her grandmother at the same age, Anne,
and her grandmother turned out to be a charming woman--it's in the
blood."

"She says she is going to live with the Judge." Anne was folding her
best blue ribbons, with quite a grown-up air.

"Yes. I have never told you, Anne, but the Judge's son was in the
navy, and four years ago he went for a cruise and never came back."

"Was he drowned?"

"He was washed overboard during a storm, and every one except Judy
believes that he was drowned. Even Judy's mother believed it in time,
but Judy won't. She thinks he will come back, and so she has lived on
in her old home by the sea, with a cousin of her father's for a
companion--always with the hope that he will come back. But the cousin
was married in the winter, and so Judy is to live with the Judge. He
has always wanted it that way--but Judy clung desperately to the life