But when Anne was fast asleep, and Judy lay awake, tossing restlessly in the gray light of the dawn, the little grandmother came in, in a flannel wrapper, with her curls tucked away under a hand-made lace nightcap.
"Can"t you sleep, dearie?" she whispered, as she sat down beside the bed.
"No. I think, and think, and think--about grandfather, and what a worry I am--" and Judy gave a great sigh.
"He has so many cares." The little grandmother"s tone was gentle but it carried reproof, and Judy sat up and looked at her with troubled eyes.
"But I can"t help my nature," she cried, tempestuously. "I can"t bear to do things like other people, and when I get restless it seems as if I must go, and when I am angry I just have to say things--"
But the little grandmother shook her head. "You don"t have to be anything you don"t want to be, Judy," she said.
"But it seems so easy for Anne to be good," pursued Judy, "and so hard to me."
"It isn"t always easy for Anne," said the little grandmother.
"Isn"t it?" with astonishment.
"No, indeed. Anne has fought out many little fights of temper and wilfulness right here in this little room--she is a dear child."
"Indeed she is," agreed Judy, glancing at the serene face on the pillow.
"But Anne has learned to think for others. That is the secret, dearie.
Think of your grandfather, think of your friends, and it will be wonderful how little time you will have to think of Judy Jameson."
"If I had my mother." Judy"s lip quivered.
The little grandmother laid her old cheek against the flushed one.
"Dear heart," she said, "I can"t take her place, but if you will try to talk to me as Anne does, maybe I can help--"
"I will," said Judy, and kissed her; but when the little grandmother had gone away, Judy could not sleep, and finally she got up and put on her red dressing-gown and sat by the window and looked out upon the waking world.
The robins were up and out on the dewy lawn, safe for once from Belinda, who was curled up sound asleep on the foot of Anne"s bed.
Becky with her head under her wing was on top of the little bookcase, and the house was very quiet.
Suddenly through the mists of the morning Judy saw a carriage coming down the road.
It stopped at the gate and Launcelot leaped out.
Judy spoke to him from the window. "Hush," she said, "every one is asleep. I will come down."
As she met him at the lower door, he swung something bright and shining in front of her eyes.
"We found it," he whispered, excitedly, as Judy took her chain with a cry of delight. "We came across the gipsies on the Upper Fairfax road.
The man tried to bluff it out, but the girl gave him away. While he was talking to Dr. Grennell she told me that he had it. I think she was mad at him about something, but she said he would kill her if he knew she told. So I just went on about the Judge and how he intended to put the police on the case if we didn"t bring back the chain, and that he would be willing to hush it up if we got it, and so he handed it out--said it had been found on the ground after you left."
"Where is Dr. Grennell?" asked Judy.
"I dropped him at the manse," said Launcelot, "but I couldn"t wait to bring this to you. I thought you would want to know about it."
"I couldn"t sleep," explained Judy, "I was so afraid I had lost it."
"It"s a funny coin, isn"t it," said Launcelot. "Dr. Grennell knows a lot about such things, and he says it is a very old one."
"Yes," she told him. "Father found two of them on the beach in front of our house, "The Breakers." There have been others found on the Maryland coast near it, and they say that a Spanish vessel was shipwrecked off there years ago, and that now and then some of the money washes in. The fishermen along the sh.o.r.e dig holes in the sand, and occasionally they find one of these."
"Well, you had better leave it at home the next time you go on a wild goose chase."
"There won"t be any next time," said Judy, with a sober face.
Launcelot looked up from the coin with a quick smile, which faded as she gave a hoa.r.s.e little cough.
"Go into the house, child," he ordered, "you will take cold out here--"
"Oh," in that moment Judy was herself again, tempestuous, defiant, "don"t be so bossy, Launcelot."
"Go in," he said again, but she threw up her head and lingered.
"What a beautiful morning it is," she said. "Look, Launcelot, the sun, it is like a ball of gold through the mist."
But Launcelot was looking at her--at the melancholy little figure in the trailing red gown, with the dark hair braided down on each side of the white face, and hanging in a long braid at the back.
"Go in," he said, for the third time, peremptorily. "You are tired to death, and you will be sick--"
CHAPTER XV
THE SPANISH COINS
Three weeks after Judy"s exciting experience at the gipsy camp, an interesting party of travellers were gathered on the platform at Fairfax station.
There was a stately old man, imposing in spite of a tweed cap and sack coat. By his side stood a slender girl in gray, who coughed now and then, and near them, perched on a brand-new trunk, which bore the initials "A. B." was a small maiden, resplendent in a modish blue serge, a scarlet reefer, a stiff sailor hat of unquestionable up-to-dateness, and tan shoes!
And the resplendent maiden was Anne!
"You must let her go to the seash.o.r.e with us," the Judge had said to Mrs. Batch.e.l.ler. "Judy hasn"t been well since she took that heavy cold the night she stayed out in the pasture--and I know the child pines for the sea, although she doesn"t say a word. And I don"t want her separated from Anne. She needs young company."
The little grandmother consented reluctantly. She was very proud, and although for years the Judge had tried to do something substantial to help his old friend in her poverty, he had so far been unsuccessful in breaking down the barrier of independence which she had set up.
One promise he had wrung from her, however, that when Anne was old enough, he was to send her away to school, where she would be fitted to take her place worthily in a long line of cultured people. This he had demanded and obtained by virtue of his friendship for her father and grandfather, and for the "sake of Auld Lang Syne."
"But Anne"s things will do very well," said Mrs. Batch.e.l.ler, when the Judge tried tactfully to suggest that he be allowed to send Anne"s order with Judy"s.
"No, they won"t," the Judge had insisted, bluntly, "Judy"s old home at The Breakers is somewhat isolated, but there will be trips that the girls will take together, and friends will call, and I can"t have little Anne unhappy because she hasn"t a pretty gown to wear."
"Oh, well," sighed Mrs. Batch.e.l.ler, "if you look at it that way. Now in my day, if a girl had a sweet temper and nice manners, that was all that was necessary."