"I can't.
"Oh, well, you needn't," said Judy. "But I can find out. And I'm going."
"You'd better not," warned Tommy, yet hoping she would do it.
"I'll go with you," he agreed, "if you will promise not to tell."
"I don't want you to go," asserted Judy. "I want you to tell me how to get there."
Tommy told her as well as he could.
"That doesn't seem very clear," said Judy, when he had finished. "But I guess I can find it—and Tommy"—she fixed him with a stern glance—"don't you tell any one where I am—not any one—or I sha'n't ever speak to you again—"
"All right," said Tommy. "And don't you let on to Launcelot that I told you which way to go."
"Good-bye," said Judy.
"Good-bye," said Tommy.