"What is the child doing," he wondered.

As the dance proceeded, the sound of the castanets grew wilder and
wilder, and the high heels beat double raps on the floor. Then,
suddenly, with one sharp "click-ck" the dance ended, and there was
silence.

Then Anne cried, "Do it again, do it again, Judy," and the Judge
clapped his applause from the garden below.

At the sound the girls poked their heads out of the window.

"You ought to see her, Judge," Anne's tone was rapturous, "you just
ought to see her."

"Shall I come down?" Judy asked. She was glowing, radiant.

"Yes, indeed. Come and dance on the path."

Five minutes later Judy was whirling, wraithlike in the white light of
the moon, which turned her scarlet trappings to silver. Anne sat by
the Judge and made admiring comments.

"Isn't it fine?" she asked.

The Judge nodded.

"I saw the Spanish girls do it when I was young," he said, beating time
with his cane, "and Judy lived in Spain with her mother for a year,