It was wonderful the planning that went on after that. Anne spent many days at the big house in Fairfax, and each time she went it was a tenderer, dearer Judy that welcomed her.
"Father will stay with grandfather this winter. I begged to stay, too, but they both think the schools here are not what I need, and so I am to go away," she explained one morning as she and Anne were getting ready to go with a party of young people to pick goldenrod.
"Yes," said Anne, putting her red reefer over her white dress, and admiring the effect.
"I hate school," began Judy, sticking in a hat-pin viciously, then she stopped and laughed, "No, I don't, either. I don't hate anything since father came back."
"Not even cats?" asked Anne, demurely.
"No. You know I love Belinda."
"Nor picnics?"
"Not Fairfax ones."
"Nor books?"
"I just love 'em—thanks to you."