"The first thing in the morning, if you can get away," said Tommy.
"I can"t go until evening. We are to spend the day with some friends of ours, the Bartons. But I can take you down by moonlight. It"s a couple of hours" ride. I suppose we shall have to tell Anne."
"I hate to," said Tommy.
"Why?"
"Oh, Anne is such a good little thing--and--and--she believes in me--Judy."
"But if it is right for you to go, you shouldn"t care--"
"I don"t know whether it is right or not," said Tommy, doggedly, "and what"s more, I don"t care, Judy. I am going and that"s the end of it."
"Well!" Judy stood up, shivering. "It"s awfully cold out here, Tommy; you"d better come in."
"Are you going to help me?" demanded Tommy. "I sha"n"t go in unless you are."
"What will you do?"
"Tramp on. Guess I can manage for another day. I"ve only had a slice of bread and a tomato to-day."
"Tommy Tolliver!" said Judy, shocked. "Why, you must be starved. I"ll go right in and get you something."
"Are you going to help me to get away?" he insisted.
"I must think about it."
"But you promised."
"I am not sure that I exactly promised," hesitated Judy.
"You"re afraid."
"I am not."
"Aw, you are--or you"d do it."
That was touching Judy on a tender point. She was proud of her courage--none of her race had ever been cowards.
Besides, as she stood there with the wind and the waves beating their wild song into her ears, all the recklessness of her nature came uppermost. It would be glorious to sail down the bay. The water would be rough, and the wind would fill out the white sails of the little boat, and they would fly, fly, and the goal for Tommy would be freedom.
"I"ll do it," she said, suddenly. "I"ll do it, Tommy. We Jamesons never break a promise, and I"m not afraid."
They decided not to tell Anne.
"It would just worry her," said Judy, decidedly, "and I can get some food and things out to you after Anne goes to bed, and you can sleep in the boat-house. We can start in the morning."
It was a wild scheme, but before they had finished they felt quite uplifted. In their youth and inexperience, they imagined that Tommy"s last dash for liberty was positively heroic, and Judy went in, feeling like one dedicated to a cause.
She found Anne rubbing her eyes sleepily.
"Why, have you been out, Judy?" she gasped, wide awake. "You are all wet."
"It"s fine on the porch," said Judy, putting her soaked hair back from her face. "I--I was tired of the heat of the room, and--it was stifling. Let"s go to bed, Anne."
"Aren"t you going to finish your book?" Anne asked, wondering, for Judy was something of a night-owl, and hated early hours.
Judy picked up "Sesame and Lilies," which lay open on the couch, and shut it with a bang.
"No," she said, shortly, "I am not going to finish it to-night--I don"t know whether I shall ever finish it, Anne. I"m not Ruskin"s kind of girl, Anne. I can"t "sit on a cushion and sew a fine seam," and I don"t think it is any use for me to try."
Anne stared at the change that had come over her. "Well, you are my kind of girl," she said at last, and as they went up-stairs together, she slipped her hand into Judy"s arm. "I love you, dearly, Judy," she said.
But Judy smiled down at her vaguely, for her mind was on Tommy, crouched out there in the rain, and in imagination she was not Judy Jameson, commonplacely going to bed at nine o"clock, but a heroine of history, dedicated to the cause of one Thomas, the Downtrodden.
CHAPTER XIX
PERKINS CLEANS THE SILVER
All the next day, Tommy skulked in the shadow of the pier and in the boat-house, whence during the morning Judy made her way laden with mysterious bundles and various baggage. At noon she departed for Lutie Barton"s, leaving Anne, who had a cold, at home.
After Judy"s departure, Anne wandered listlessly about the house. She tried to read, to sew a little, to pick out some simple tunes on Judy"s piano, but thoughts of the little gray house, of the little grandmother, of Becky and Belinda, came between her and her occupations, so that at last, late in the afternoon, she sought the society of Perkins, who was in the dining-room cleaning silver.
"I believe I am homesick, Perkins," said Anne, perching herself in a great mahogany chair opposite him.
"Well, it ain"t to be wondered at," said Perkins, as he picked up a huge cake-dish and began to work on it, energetically. "It ain"t to be wondered at. You ain"t ever been away from home much, Miss Anne."
"It is lovely not to have anything to do," said Anne. "That is, it is nice in a way, but do you know, Perkins, I sometimes just wish there were some rooms to dust or something, but you and the maids keep everything so clean," and Anne sighed a sigh that came from the depths of her housewifely soul.
"You might dip these cups in hot water and wipe them as I gets them finished," suggested Perkins, handing her several quaint little mugs, which he had placed in a row in front of him.
"Aren"t they dear," Anne said, enthusiastically. "Why this one says "Judith." Is it Judy"s, Perkins?"
"No, Miss, that was her great-grand-mother"s, and that one with "John"
on it is the Judge"s, and the one with "Philip" is Miss Judy"s father"s--they are christening cups, Miss--six generations of them."
"Oh, how lovely," said Anne, and she handled them lovingly, dipping them into clear hot water, and polishing them until they shone.
"Judy never speaks of her father, lately," she said, as she placed the "Philip" cup on the sideboard.
"No, Miss, but she thinks of him a lot," said Perkins, with a shake of his old head. "I saw her this morning, Miss, standing in front of his picture in the hall, and there were tears in her eyes, Miss, and then all at once she whirled around and ran away, and her face had a wild look on it, Miss."
"Do you know, Perkins," said little Anne, stopping work for a minute and speaking earnestly, "do you know that I think Judy would be different if she only knew something about him. The uncertainty makes her unhappy, and then she does reckless things just to get away from herself."
"Yes, Miss," said Perkins, "and there ain"t a morning that she don"t put fresh flowers in front of that there picture, and there ain"t a night that she don"t kiss her hand to it from the top of the stairs."