XXVI. JUDY PLAYS LADY BOUNTIFUL
XXVII. THE SUMMER ENDS




JUDY


CHAPTER I

THE JUDGE AND JUDY

There was a plum-tree in the orchard, all snow and ebony against a sky
of sapphire.

Becky Sharp, perched among the fragrant blossoms, crooned soft nothings
to herself. Under the tree little Anne lay at full length on the
tender green sod and dreamed daydreams.

"Belinda," she said to her great white cat, "Belinda, if we could fly
like Becky Sharp, we would all go to Egypt and eat our lunch on the top
of the pyramids."

Belinda, keeping a wary eye on a rusty red robin on a near-by stump,
waved her tail conversationally.

"They used to worship cats in Egypt, Belinda," Anne went on, drowsily,
"and when they died they preserved them in sweet spices and made
mummies of them--"