But she had not dreamed that they would go without her, and when she saw Anne climb in and the carriage start off, she ran forward wildly.
"Wait," she called, "wait for me."
But the carriage whirled on in a cloud of dust, and her voice echoed on the empty air.
By the time Judy reached the house Mrs. Batcheller had gone in, and so the little girl ran down the road unseen. "Perhaps they will stop for me," she thought, and her eyes were strained after the flying vehicle.
But it did not stop, and at last warm and tired Judy dropped down by the roadside, a forlorn figure.
"I didn't think they would leave me," she thought disconsolately.
After a while she got up and started towards the house. She dreaded to face Mrs. Batcheller, however, and she sat down again to decide upon a plan for spending the day.
She would not stay in the little gray cottage, that was a sure thing, and to go back to the Judge's meant a dull day by herself.
As she mused, a cheery whistle sounded down the road. "A Life on the
Ocean Wave" was the tune and Judy started to her feet.
"Oh, Tommy Tolliver, Tommy Tolliver," she called, "come here."