The beautiful gipsy in the glass laughed too, at which Judith darted away and ran down-stairs in swift haste, for she heard footsteps on the porch, and her heart leaped to meet them.
CHAPTER IX.
THE NEXT NEIGHBOR.
PANTING for breath, radiant with hope, Judith flung the door open.
A woman stood upon the porch, looking up at a wren that was shooting in and out among the vines, chirping and fluttering till all the blossoms seemed alive.
Judith fell back with a hostile gesture, holding the door in her hand. "Is it you?" she asked, curtly enough.
"Just me, and nobody else," answered the woman, quite indifferent to the frowns on that young face. "Hurried through my work early, and thought I'd just run over and see how you got along."
"Oh, I am doing well enough."
"But you never come round to see us now. Neighbors like us ought to be a little more sociable."