"Oh, Anne is such a good little thing—and—and—she believes in me—Judy."
"But if it is right for you to go, you shouldn't care—"
"I don't know whether it is right or not," said Tommy, doggedly, "and what's more, I don't care, Judy. I am going and that's the end of it."
"Well!" Judy stood up, shivering. "It's awfully cold out here, Tommy; you'd better come in."
"Are you going to help me?" demanded Tommy. "I sha'n't go in unless you are."
"What will you do?"
"Tramp on. Guess I can manage for another day. I've only had a slice of bread and a tomato to-day."
"Tommy Tolliver!" said Judy, shocked. "Why, you must be starved. I'll go right in and get you something."
"Are you going to help me to get away?" he insisted.
"I must think about it."