"Perkins won't say a word to you," said Judy, "and if he does, you can
say you were not in the kitchen, because you are to stay right here,
and Anne and I will bring things up, and make you a receiver of stolen
goods."

She was very charming in spite of her wilfulness, and when she ended
her little speech, by tucking her hand through the Judge's arm, and
looking up at him mischievously, the old gentleman gave in.

The two girls were gone for a long time, so long that the Judge nodded
on his bench.

He was waked by a shriek that seemed to come from the depths of the
earth.

"What--is the matter, what's the matter, my dear?" he cried, starting
up.

There was another subdued shriek, then a hysterical giggle.

"Judy is shut up in the ice-box," announced Anne, hurrying up from the
basement.

"Bless my soul," ejaculated the Judge.

"We hunted around and found the key," explained Anne, as the Judge
stumped distractedly through the lower hall, "and Judy unlocked the
door of the ice-box and got inside, and she still had the key in her
hand, and I hit the door accidentally and it slammed on her, and it has