Tommy rounded the curve in the road and stared at her.
"Say, I thought you were going with Anne," he said. "They just passed me down the road."
"Did they?" asked Judy, indifferently. "Well, at the last minute I thought I wouldn't go."
"Well, you missed it," said Tommy, aggravatingly. "Lake Limpid's great—and Launcelot can sail a boat like anything."
"Oh, can he?" said Judy, faintly. She loved to sail, and Tommy's words brought before her a vision of the pleasure she had forfeited.
There was silence for several minutes, then Judy said:
"Tommy, do you know where the gipsies are camping?"
Tommy waved her away.
"I can't take you there," he said, "I have promised I won't."
"'Nobody asked you, sir, she said,'" Judy's tone was withering. "I asked you where it was."