After a while she got up and started towards the house. She dreaded to face Mrs. Batcheller, however, and she sat down again to decide upon a plan for spending the day. 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 passed 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." "'Nobody 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," asserted 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 grass at the roadside.