Judy clenched her hands; a great wave of crimson swept over her face. Hilda had hidden her own face in her hands, and did not notice the child's agitation. Presently the little sister's hand softly touched her forehead.
"And you're lonely to-night, poor Hilda, because your Jasper is away?"
"Yes, Judy, it's true. I'm afraid even to tell you how lonely I am."
"And you've been trying to seem cheerful, just to please me."
"And to please myself too," said Hilda, starting up and wiping the tears from her eyes. "There, we won't talk about it any more; we'll go on pretending that we are having an awfully jolly time."
"You're very brave, Hilda," said Judy; "and when people are brave, things generally come right. Now, may I sit on your knee, just as if I were a baby instead of a tall girl with long legs? I wouldn't make you unhappy, Hilda darling. When there's an inevitable I must face it; I must, and you will see that I will. Jack the Giant Killer shan't beat me over difficulties when I've made up my mind."
"Judy, your face is flushed, and your eyes are too bright; that strong coffee was bad for you, you won't sleep to-night."
"I dare say I shan't sleep; but now let us talk of old times."
"Only for a few moments, dear; you look so excited that I shall not rest until I see you safely in bed."
Judy laughed, and declared stoutly that she never felt better.