"A good dream or a bad dream, Annekins?" asked Judy.

"Oh, a good one, a lovely dream, and you are the Princess in it, Judy,"
said the adoring Anne.

"Well, you are the good little fairy godmother," said Judy. "Isn't she
good, grandfather?"

"Oh, I am not," said Anne, greatly embarrassed at this overwhelming
praise, "I am not--"

"I never could have changed my hair," affirmed Judy.

"What's that?" asked the Judge.

"Oh, a little secret," said Judy, smiling. "Shall I tell him, Anne?"

"No, indeed," Anne got very red, "no, indeed, Judy Jameson."

There was a little pause, and then the Judge said:

"I am sorry the picnic was such a failure."

"Oh, but it wasn't," cried Judy, "it wasn't a failure."

Anne and the Judge stared at her. "Did you enjoy it, Judy?" they asked
in one breath.

"Of course I did," said the calm young lady.