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the picnic to-morrow, anyhow, Judy," she said. "We thought maybe you would like it after it was all planned."
Judy jumped up from the bench and began a rapid ascent of the stairway. Half-way up she turned and looked down at the three conspirators. "I sha'n't like it," she cried, shrilly, "and I sha'n't go."
"Judy!" remonstrated the Judge.
"Oh, Judy," cried poor little Anne.
But Perkins, who had lived with the Judge in the days of Judy's lady grandmother, turned his offended back on this self-willed and unworthy scion of a noble race, and marched into the kitchen to make the coffee.
CHAPTER IV
"YOUR GRANDMOTHER, MY DEAR"
Judy had reached the door of her room when the Judge called her.
"Come down," he said, "I want to talk to you."
"I'm tired," said Judy, in a stifled voice, and Anne, who had followed her, saw that she was crying.
"I know," the Judge's voice was gentle, "I know, but I won't keep you long. Come."
Judy went reluctantly, and he led the way to the garden bench.
It was very still out there in the garden--just the splash of the little fountain, and the drone of lazy insects. The moon hung low, a golden disk above the distant line of dark hills.
"Judy," began the Judge, "do you know, my dear, that you are very like your grandmother?"
Judy looked at him, surprised at the turn the conversation was taking. "Am I?" she asked.
"Yes," continued the Judge, "and especially in two things." His eyes were fixed dreamily on a bed of tall lilies that shone pale in the half light.
"What things?" Judy was interested. She had expected a lecture, but this did not sound like one.
"In your love of flowers--and in your temper--my dear."
Judy's head went up haughtily. "Grandfather!"
"You don't probably call it temper. But your grandmother did, and she conquered hers--and I am going to tell you how she did it, because I know she would want me to tell you, Judy."
Judy sat sulkily as far from her grandfather as she could get. Her hands were clasped around her knees and she stared out over the dusky garden, wide-eyed, and it must be confessed a little obstinate. Judy knew she had faults, but if the truth must be told, she was a little proud of her temper--"I have an awful temper," she had confessed on several occasions, and when meek admirers had murmured, "How dreadful," she had tossed her head and had said, "But I can't help it, you know, all of my family have had tempers," and as Judy's family was known to be aristocratic and exclusive, her more plebeian friends had envied and had tried to emulate her, generally with disastrous results.
She was not quite sure that she wanted to conquer it. It often gave her what she wanted, and that was something.
"The first time I had a taste of your grandmother's temper," the Judge related, "we had had an argument about a gown. We had been invited to a great dinner at the Governor's, and she had nothing to wear. She took me to the shop to see the stuff she wanted. It was heavy blue satin with pink roses all over it, and there was real lace to trim it with. It was beautiful and I wanted her to have it, but when they named the price it was more than I could pay--I was a poor lawyer in those days, Judy--so I said we would think it over, and we went home. All the way there your grandmother was very quiet and very white, but when we reached home and I tried to explain, she simply would not listen. She would not go to the Governor's, she said, unless she could have that gown. You can imagine the embarrassment it caused me--it was as much as my career was worth to stay away from that dinner, and I couldn't go without her.
"'I won't go. I won't go,' she said over and over again, and when I had coaxed and coaxed to no effect, I sat down and looked at her helplessly, and troubled as I was, I could not help thinking that she was the loveliest creature in the world--with her rose red cheeks and her flashing eyes.
"She said many cutting things to me, but suddenly she stopped and ran out of the room, and presently I saw her in the garden, this garden, my dear, and she was flying around the oval path, as if she were walking for a wager, her thin ruffles swirling around her, and the strings of her bonnet fluttering in the wind.
"Around and around she went, and I just sat there and stared. When she started in there was a deep frown on her forehead, but as she walked I saw her face clear, and when she had completed the