"Yes," said Anne, "she will, and you'd better ask Nannie May and Amelia
Morrison."

"And Launcelot Bart?" asked the Judge. For a moment Anne hesitated,
then she answered with a sort of gentle decision.

"We can't have the picnic without Launcelot. He knows the nicest
places. You ask him, Judge, and--and--I'll tell Judy."

"We will have something different, too," planned the Judge. "I will
send to the city for some things--bonbons and all that. Perkins will
know what to order. I haven't done anything of this kind for so long
that I don't know the proper thing--but Perkins will know--he always
knows--"

"Anne, Anne," came Judy's voice from the top of the stairway.

Anne fluttered away, rewarded by the Judge's beaming face, but with
fear tugging at her heart. What would Judy say? Judy who hated
picnics and who hated boys?

"Don't you want to come down and take a walk?" she asked coaxingly,
from the foot of the stairs. It would be easier to break the news to
Judy out-of-doors, and then the Judge would be in the garden, a
substantial ally.

"I hate walks," said Imperiousness from the upper hall.

"Oh," murmured Faintheart from the lower hall, and sat down on the
bottom step.