CHAPTER XIV.
A TIRE-WOMAN.
It was not until after supper that evening that Judith was free to seek out her companion, who had fled from her in the morning; and when she did steal forth—carrying a small basket in her hand—she approached the house with much more caution than was habitual with her. She glanced in at the lower windows, but could see nothing. Then, instead of trying whether the latch was left loose, she formally knocked at the door.
It was opened by a little rosy-cheeked girl of eleven or twelve, who instantly bobbed a respectful courtesy.
"Is Mistress Prudence within, little Margery?" she said.
"Yes, if it please you," said the little wench, and she stood aside to let Judith pass.
But Judith did not enter; she seemed listening.
"Where is she?"
"In her own chamber, if it please you."
"Alone, then?"