When the big gate was reached, Nannie and Amelia and Tommy went on, and as Judy and Anne went into the old garden, they found the Judge and the Captain, both still semi-invalids, sitting there, amid a riot of late summer blossoms.
As he greeted them, Captain Jameson's eyes went from the rosy, fair face of little Anne to the pale but happy one of his daughter. "Father is right," he thought, "Anne does her good."
"Isn't it lovely here," said Judy, dropping her great golden bunch with a sigh as she sat down on the bench under the lilac bush. "It's so cool."
"What a lot of goldenrod," said the Judge. "Aren't you tired?"
"A little," said Judy, as she took off her hat.
"Launcelot couldn't go," Anne started to explain, when Terry, who had been investigating the hedge, barked.
"What's the matter with him?" asked Judy, as the small dog growled in what might be called a perfunctory fashion, for he was so good natured that he was in a chronic state of being at peace with the world.
She went to the gate and looked over.
"Why, it's a cow," she cried, "a beautiful little brown-eyed cow."
Terry barked again, and then a voice outside the hedge said: "Yes, and
I've just bought her."