"But I want her," said Judy, sharply, and at her tone the little grandmother's back stiffened.
"Perhaps you do, my dear," was her quiet answer, "but your wants must wait upon my decision."
The mild blue eyes met the frowning dark ones steadily, and Judy gave in. Much as she hated to own it, there was something about this little lady in faded calico that forced respect.
"Oh," she said, and sat back in her chair, limply.
The Judge looked anxiously at her disappointed face.
"Judy is so lonely," he pleaded, and Mrs. Batcheller unbent.
"Anne has her lessons."
"But to-morrow is Saturday."
"Well—she may go this time. How long do you want her to stay?"
"Until Sunday night," said the Judge. "I will bring her back in time for school on Monday."