But Anne had been trained in the way she should go. "I--I haven't
thought of being hungry," she hesitated. "I never eat before I go to
bed."

"Oh, I do," said Judy, scornfully. "And dancing makes me ravenous."

"But Perkins has retired, and Mary, and everybody--" expostulated the
Judge.

"Who cares for Perkins?" asked Judy with her nose in the air.

"Well," said the Judge, who was hopelessly the slave of his servants,
"he might not like it--"

"Judge Jameson," said Judy, shaking a reproachful finger at him, "I
believe you are afraid of your butler."

"Well, perhaps I am, my dear," said the Judge, weakly, "but Perkins is
an individual of a great deal of firmness, and he carries the keys, and
I don't believe you will find anything, anyhow. And if you eat up
anything that he has ordered for breakfast, you will have an unpleasant
time accounting for it in the morning. I know Perkins, my dear--and he
is rather difficult--rather difficult. But he is a very fine servant,"
he amended hastily.

"You leave him to me in the morning," said Judy, "I'll make the peace,
grandfather, and I simply can't be starved to-night."

"But Perkins--"