Launcelot smiled at her vehemence.
"But you can't," he said.
"Can't I?" with a shrug of her shoulders.
"No."
"Wait," said Judy, and not another word could he get out of her on the subject.
The afternoon dragged along its interminable length, and Anne, with bursting head, thought that it would never end.
"Tick, tock," proclaimed the old school clock, as the hands crept slowly to one, to two, to three.
"In five minutes I can go," thought poor little Anne wildly, and just then the school-room door opened, and on the threshold appeared a self-contained young lady in pale violet gingham, and the young lady was asking for Anne Batcheller!
"Judy!" said Anne's heart, with a bound, but her lips were still.
Miss Mary had seen the Judge's grand-daughter at church the day before, and had been much impressed, and now when Judy asked sweetly if Anne could go, she gave immediate consent.