A blur of pink down at one end, was Anne in rosy organdie, playing games with Tommy and Amelia and Nannie; a little fire flickered in the open grate, for the evening was cool, and one side of it sat the little grandmother and her old friend, the Judge, and on the other Dr. Grennell and Captain Jameson, engaged in an animated discussion; while in the window-seat, Judy and Launcelot gazed out upon the old garden.
"I shall miss it awfully," said Judy, with a little sigh.
Launcelot turned on her a startled glance.
"Why?" he asked, "where are you going?"
"Away to school," said Judy, "didn't Anne tell you?"
"Oh, I say—oh, I say, you're not, really?" Launcelot's voice had a queer break in it, that made Judy say quickly:
"We are coming back for Christmas."
"Well, this is my finish," said Launcelot, moved to slang, by the intensity of his feelings. "I thought it was bad enough to be cut out of going to college, but if you and Anne go away, I will give up."
"No, you won't," said Judy, quickly.
"Why not?"