Judy eBook

Temple Bailey
This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 203 pages of information about Judy.

Judy eBook

Temple Bailey
This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 203 pages of information about Judy.

CHAPTER

     I. The Judge and Judy
    II.  Anne goes to town
   III.  In the Judge’s garden
    IV.  “Your grandmother, my dear”
     V. Too many cooks
    VI.  A rain and A runaway
   VII.  Tommy Tolliver:  Seaman
  VIII.  A white Sunday
    IX.  A blue Monday
     X. Mistress Mary
    XI.  The princess and the lily maid
   XII.  Lordly Launcelot
  XIII.  A fortune and A fright
   XIV.  A precious pussy cat
    XV.  The Spanish coins
   XVI.  The wind and the waves
  XVII.  Moods and models
 XVIII.  Judy keeps A promise
   XIX.  Perkins cleans the silver
    XX.  Anne hears A burglar
   XXI.  Captain Judy
  XXII.  The CASTAWAYS
 XXIII.  In A silver boat
  XXIV.  “Home is the sailor from the sea”
   XXV.  Launcelot Buys A cow
  XXVI.  Judy plays lady Bountiful
 XXVII.  The summer ends

JUDY

CHAPTER I

THE JUDGE AND JUDY

There was a plum-tree in the orchard, all snow and ebony against a sky of sapphire.

Becky Sharp, perched among the fragrant blossoms, crooned soft nothings to herself.  Under the tree little Anne lay at full length on the tender green sod and dreamed daydreams.

“Belinda,” she said to her great white cat, “Belinda, if we could fly like Becky Sharp, we would all go to Egypt and eat our lunch on the top of the pyramids.”

Belinda, keeping a wary eye on a rusty red robin on a near-by stump, waved her tail conversationally.

“They used to worship cats in Egypt, Belinda,” Anne went on, drowsily, “and when they died they preserved them in sweet spices and made mummies of them—­”

But Belinda had lost interest.  The rusty red robin was busy with a worm, and she saw her chance.

As she sneaked across the grass, Anne sat up, “I’m ashamed of you, Belinda,” she said.  “Becky, go bring her back!”

The tame crow fluttered from the tree with a squawk and straddled awkwardly to the stump, scaring the robin into flight, and beating an inky wing against Belinda’s whiteness.

Belinda hit back viciously, but Becky flew over her head, and by several well-delivered nips sent the white cat mewing to the shelter of her mistress’ arms.

“I suppose you can’t help it, Belinda,” said Anne, as she cuddled her, “but it’s horrid of you to catch birds, horrid, Belinda.”

Belinda curled down into Anne’s blue gingham lap, and Becky Sharp climbed once more to the limb of the plum-tree, from which she presently sounded a discordant note.

Anne raised her head.  “There is some one coming,” she said, and rolled Belinda out of her lap and stood up.  “Who is it, Becky?”

But Becky, having given the alarm, blinked solemnly down at her mistress, and said nothing.

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