From where they stood they seemed to look out over the sea--a sea roughened by a fresh wind, so that tumbling whitecaps showed on the tops of the green waves. Not a ship was to be seen, not a gull swept across the hazy noon-time skies. Just water, water, everywhere, and a sense of immeasurable distance. "It's a mirror," Judy explained, "and it reflects a picture on the other wall." "It seems just as if I were looking out of a window," said Anne. "I have never seen the sea, Judy. Never." "I love it," cried Judy, "there is nothing like it in the whole world--the smell of it, and the slap of the wind against your cheeks. Oh, Anne, Anne, if we were only out there in a boat with the wind whistling through the sails." Her face was all animation now, and there was a spot of brilliant color in each cheek. "How beautiful she is," Anne thought to herself. "How very, very beautiful." "You must have hated to leave it," she said, presently. "I shall never get over it," said Judy with a certain fierceness. "I want to hear the 'boom--boom--boom' of the waves--it is so quiet here, so deadly, deadly quiet--" "How sweet your room is," said tactful little Anne, to change the subject. "Yes, I do like this room," admitted Judy reluctantly. There were pictures everywhere---here a dark little landscape, showing the heart of some old forest, there a flaming garden, all red and blue and purple in a glare of sunlight. In the alcove was an etching--the head of a dream-child, and a misty water-color hung over Judy's desk. "I did that myself," she said, as Anne examined it. "Oh, do you paint?" "Some," modestly. "And play?" Anne's eyes were on the little piano in the alcove. "Yes." "Play now," pleaded Anne. But Judy shook her head. "After dinner," she said. "The bell is ringing now." Dinner at Judge Jameson's was a formal affair, commencing with soup and ending with coffee. It was served in the great dining-room where silver dishes and tankards twinkled on the sideboard, and where the light came in through stained-glass windows, so that Anne always had a feeling that she was in church. The Judge sat at the head of the table, and his sister, Mrs. Patterson, at the foot. Judy was on one side and Anne on the other, and back of them, a silent, competent butler spirited away their plates, and substituted others with a sort of sleight-of-hand dexterity that almost took Anne's breath away. Anne and the Judge chatted together happily throughout the meal. The Judge was very fond of the earnest maiden, whose grandmother had been the friend of his youth, and his eyes went often from her sunny face to that of the moody, silent Judy. "It will do Judy good to be with Anne," he thought. "I am going to have them together as much as possible."