Judy caught her breath. Why would he use that tone? It always made her feel as if she wanted to give in—but she wouldn't.
"I am going," she said, slowly, although she did not look at him, "if I have to go alone."
"Then I shall tell the Judge."
"Oh," Judy's tone was cutting, "I always did hate boys."
For a moment Launcelot's face flamed, then most unexpectedly he laughed.
"You don't hate me, Judy," he said, "you know you don't."
"I do."
"No, you don't," he went on, and there was no anger in his voice, only good-natured tolerance that made Judy's temper seem very childish. "You are angry now. But you are not that kind of girl—"
"What kind of girl?"
"Changeable."