"Well, you are the good little fairy godmother," said Judy. "Isn't she good, grandfather?"
"Oh, I am not," said Anne, greatly embarrassed at this overwhelming praise, "I am not—"
"I never could have changed my hair," affirmed Judy.
"What's that?" asked the Judge.
"Oh, a little secret," said Judy, smiling. "Shall I tell him, Anne?"
"No, indeed," Anne got very red, "no, indeed, Judy Jameson."
There was a little pause, and then the Judge said:
"I am sorry the picnic was such a failure."
"Oh, but it wasn't," cried Judy, "it wasn't a failure."
Anne and the Judge stared at her. "Did you enjoy it, Judy?" they asked in one breath.