She would not stay in the little gray cottage, that was a sure thing, and to go back to the Judge"s meant a dull day by herself.
As she mused, a cheery whistle sounded down the road. "A Life on the Ocean Wave" was the tune and Judy started to her feet.
"Oh, Tommy Tolliver, Tommy Tolliver," she called, "come here."
Tommy rounded the curve in the road and stared at her.
"Say, I thought you were going with Anne," he said. "They just pa.s.sed me down the road."
"Did they?" asked Judy, indifferently. "Well, at the last minute I thought I wouldn"t go."
"Well, you missed it," said Tommy, aggravatingly. "Lake Limpid"s great--and Launcelot can sail a boat like anything."
"Oh, can he?" said Judy, faintly. She loved to sail, and Tommy"s words brought before her a vision of the pleasure she had forfeited.
There was silence for several minutes, then Judy said:
"Tommy, do you know where the gipsies are camping?"
Tommy waved her away.
"I can"t take you there," he said, "I have promised I won"t."
""n.o.body asked you, sir, she said,"" Judy"s tone was withering. "I asked you where it was."
"Oh."
"Well, tell me."
Tommy wriggled.
"Are you going there?"
"Perhaps."
"Well, you"d better not. Launcelot won"t like it."
"Oh, Launcelot, Launcelot." Judy"s voice was scornful. "I don"t care what Launcelot likes, Tommy Tolliver."
"Oh, don"t you?" cried Tommy, brightening. "Well, then--"
But he stopped suddenly. "No, I can"t tell you," he said, miserably.
"Why not?"
"I can"t.
"Oh, well, you needn"t," said Judy. "But I can find out. And I"m going."
"You"d better not," warned Tommy, yet hoping she would do it.
"I"ll go with you," he agreed, "if you will promise not to tell."
"I don"t want you to go," a.s.serted Judy. "I want you to tell me how to get there."
Tommy told her as well as he could.
"That doesn"t seem very clear," said Judy, when he had finished. "But I guess I can find it--and Tommy"--she fixed him with a stern glance--"don"t you tell any one where I am--not any one--or I sha"n"t ever speak to you again--"
"All right," said Tommy. "And don"t you let on to Launcelot that I told you which way to go."
"Good-bye," said Judy.
"Good-bye," said Tommy.
And off they started in different directions, feeling like a pair of conspirators.
For the first half-mile Judy enjoyed her walk. The sky was blue, and the air was soft, and there were violets on the banks and forget-me-nots in the field, and the orchards were pink with bloom.
There were birds everywhere, from the great black crows, strutting over the red hills of newly planted corn, to the tiny gray sparrows, that slipped through the dusty gra.s.s at the roadside.
And in spite of the fact that she had started on a forbidden quest, Judy was happy. For the first time since she had come to the Judge"s she was alone and free--with no reckoning to come until evening.
She stepped along lightly, but after a while she went more slowly, and by the time she reached the thick piece of woodland where the gipsies were encamped, she was tired out. They were not far from the road, for she could hear the thrum of the guitars, and voices raised as if in a quarrel.
The voices were stilled as Judy"s white-gowned figure appeared under the over-arching oaks.
The dark young leader, who had been at the Judge"s, uttered something in a warning voice to a sullen young woman who lounged against a pile of bright-colored rugs, and with whom he had been having evidently a fierce argument. She wore a soiled, silken cap, loaded with gilt coins, and her dress was in tawdry reds and yellows, yet picturesque and becoming to her dark beauty. She stared insolently at Judy as the latter came forward, but the young leader was smiling and profuse in his welcome.
"You have come," he said, "and alone?"
Something in his tone made Judy draw away from him.
"Yes," she said, and then, peremptorily, "I want my fortune told."
"I will speak to the queen," he said, and left her, with another of his flashing smiles.
The camp life as Judy looked upon it presented an alluring picture to one of her romantic turn of mind. Back in the darkness and dimness of a cave-like opening in the rocks, an old woman bent over a charcoal brazier. Her hair, gray and grizzled, fell over a yellow face that, lighted by the blue flames, took on a hag-like aspect. Her skinny hands moved as if in incantations, and Judy shivered with the mystery of it until the strong and unmistakable odor of beef and onion stew rose on the air and relieved her mind as to the nature of the brew which might have been of "wool of bat and tongue of dog" for all she knew to the contrary.
A group of swarthy men lounged under the trees and down by the stream a half-dozen children played with a half-dozen dogs. The children were fat and rosy, and the curs lean and cadaverous, and the dozen of them had stared at Judy as she came into the camp in animal-like curiosity, and then had gone on with their playing.
From one of the two big wagons drawn up near the road came the wailing of an infant, and in the other a woman, half-hidden by the curtain, sat weaving a bright-colored basket.
"Do you all work at basket weaving?" Judy asked the silent girl on the rugs.
"I do not work," was the answer. Then she tossed her head, defiantly.
"I will not work. They cannot make me."
She started to say more, but she stopped as the dark young leader came back.