All the discontent had gone from her face, and she lay back among the cushions of the window-seat quietly, while Anne told her of the young life that had ended in a land of exile. Of a singer whose song had been stilled so soon, but who would not be forgotten as long as men honor a brave heart and a gentle spirit.
"Let me see the book," and Judy stretched out her hand, and Anne gave her "Kidnapped" unselfishly, glad to see the softened look in Judy"s eyes, and as the morning pa.s.sed and the two girls read on and on, they did not notice that the rain had stopped and that the parted clouds showed a gleam of watery sun.
And when lunch was announced, Judy laid her book down with a sigh, and after lunch, in spite of clearing weather, she read until twilight, and having finished one book, would have started another, if Anne had not protested.
"You will wear yourself out," she said, as the intense Judy looked up with blurred eyes and wrinkled forehead. "Let"s have a run on the beach."
Judy never did anything by halves, and after her introduction to books that she liked, she outread Anne. And as time went on it was her books that soothed her in her restless moods, and because there were in her father"s library the writings of the greatest men and the best men who have given their thoughts to the world, Judy was gradually molded into finer girlhood, finer womanhood, than could have come to her by any other a.s.sociation.
She read Stevenson through in a week, and then began on Ruskin; for her thoughtful mind, starved so long of food that it needed, craved solid things, and Judy, who knew much of pictures and paintings, found in Ruskin"s theories a great deal that delighted and interested her.
"You"ll never get through," said Anne, with a dismayed glance at the long rows of brown volumes high up on the shelves. "I don"t like anything but stories, and Ruskin preaches awfully."
"You ought to like him, then," said Judy, wickedly, "you good little Anne."
"Oh, don"t," protested Anne, reproachfully, "don"t call me that, Judy."
"Well, bad little Anne, then," said Judy, composedly, from the top of the step-ladder, where she was examining the t.i.tles of the books and enjoying herself generally.
"You"re such a tease," said Anne with a sigh.
"And you are so serious, little Annekins," and Judy smiled down at her.
"I like Ruskin," she announced, later. "He"s a little hard to understand sometimes, but he knows a lot about art. I am going to take up my drawing again. He says that youth is the time to do things, and a girl ought not to fritter away her time."
"No, indeed," said Anne, virtuously. "Only don"t get too tired, Judy."
But it was Anne who was tired, before Judy"s enthusiasm wore itself out, for she was pressed into service as a model, and she served in turn as A Blind Girl, A Dancing Girl, A Greek Maiden, Rebecca at the Well, Marguerite, and Lorelei.
The last was an inspiration. Anne perched on a rock around which the breakers dashed appropriately, with her hair down, and with filmy garments fluttering in the wind, combed her golden locks in the heat of the blazing sun.
"It"s broiling hot out here, Judy," she complained as that indefatigable artist sat on the beach with her easel before her, in a blue work-ap.r.o.n, and with a dab of charcoal on her nose.
"Oh, you look just lovely, Anne," Judy a.s.sured her, with the cruel indifference of genius. "You"re just lovely. I think this is the best I have done yet. Think what a picture you will make."
"Think how my nose will peel," mourned Anne, forlornly.
"Die schonste Jungfrau sitzet Dort oben wunderbar, Ihr goldnes Geschmeide blitzet, Sie kammt ihr gold"nes Haar."
sang Judy, whose residence abroad had made her familiar with many folk-songs.
Sie kammt es mit gold"nem Kamme, Und singt ein Lied dabei;"
"--Anne, you have the loveliest hair," she interrupted her song to say.
But Anne was tired. "I don"t think that the Lorelei was very nice,"
she said, "to make men drown themselves just because she wants to comb her hair on a rock--"
"She didn"t care," said Judy, sagely. "The men didn"t have to let their old boats be wrecked."
"But her voice was so wonderful they just had to follow--"
"No, they didn"t," declared Judy. "You just ask your grandmother. She says n.o.body has to go where they don"t want to go, and I think she is right, and if those sailors had sailed away the minute they heard the Lorelei begin to sing they would have been safe."
"Well, maybe they would," agreed Anne, hastily, for Judy had stopped work to talk. "Judy, I shall fall off this rock if you don"t finish pretty soon."
"All right, Annekins, just one minute," and Judy dashed in a drowning sailor or two, fluffed the heroine"s hair into entrancing curliness, added a few extra rays to the sparkling comb, and held up the sketch.
"There," she said, triumphantly.
Anne slid from the rock, and waded in to look.
"It isn"t a bit like me," she criticized, holding up her wet and flowing draperies.
"Well, you see I couldn"t put in your dimples and your chubbiness, for although they are dear in you, Anne, they are not suitable for the purposes of art," and Judy stood back with a grown-up air and gazed upon her masterpiece. Then she caught Anne around the waist and danced with her on the beach.
"Ich glaube, die Wellen verschlingen Am Ende Schiffer und Kahn; Und das hat mit ihrem Singen Die Lorelei gethan."
"You wicked little Lorelei," she panted, as they sat down on the sand.
"I"m not wicked," said Anne, composedly, "and the next time you use me for a model, Judy, I wish you would get an easier place than on that old rock."
"You shall be Juliet in the tomb," promised Judy, "and you can go to sleep if you want to."
But she let Anne rest for awhile, and used Perkins as a model.
Her first sketch of him was very clever--a sketch in which the stately butler posed as "The Neptune of the Kitchen." He sat on a great turtle, with a toasting-fork instead of a trident, with a necklace of oyster crackers, a crown of pickles, and a smile that was truly Perkins"s own.
That sketch taught Judy her niche in the temple of art. She was not destined to be a great artist, but she had a keen wit, and a knack of discovering fun in everything, and in later years it was in caricature, not unkind, but truly humorous, that Judy made her greatest successes, and achieved some little fame.
CHAPTER XVIII
JUDY KEEPS A PROMISE
"What"s your talent, Anne?" asked Judy, one evening, as she lay on the couch reading "Sesame and Lilies." It was raining again outside, but in the fireplace a great fire was blazing, and rosy little Anne was in front of it, popping corn.
"Haven"t any," said Anne, watching the white kernels bob up and down.
"I can"t draw and I can"t play, and I can"t sing or converse--or anything."
Judy looked at her thoughtfully. "Well, we will have to find something that you can do," she said, for Judy liked to lead and have others follow, and having decided upon art as her life-work, she wanted Anne to choose a similar path. "I wish I could take up bookbinding or wood-carving, or--or dentistry--"
"Why, Judy Jameson." Anne turned an amazed hot face towards her.
"Why, Judy, you wouldn"t like to pull teeth, would you?"
"It isn"t what we like to do, Ruskin says," said Judy, calmly, "it"s usefulness that counts."