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"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.
Anne's tone was consoling. She had finished popping the corn, and she sat down on the floor beside the couch on which Judy lay, and munched the crisp kernels luxuriously. "No, I don't," confessed Judy, "but it's an awful fight, Anne. You have helped me a lot." "Me?" asked the rosy maiden in astonishment. "Why, how have I helped you, Judy?" "By your example, Annekins," said Judy, sitting up.
"Almost like sisters, aren't we, Judy?" "Just like sisters, Annekins," said Judy, dreamily, with a responsive pressure. Outside the wind moaned and groaned, and the rain beat against the panes. "I have never seen such a rainy season," said Judy, as a blast shook the house. "But I rather like it when we are so cozy and warm and happy, Anne."
"Sit on the sand, then, and watch me, Annekins," she advised. "You will get used to this after a while and enjoy it as much as I do." She was off with a run and a leap, and for fifteen minutes or more she was over and under and up and down on the waves like a snowy mermaid.
"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."
"It seems just like a dream the good times and all, since Friday, Judy." "A good dream or a bad dream, Annekins?" asked Judy. "Oh, a good one, a lovely dream, and you are the Princess in it, Judy," said the adoring Anne. "Well, you are the good little fairy godmother," said Judy. "Isn't she good, grandfather?" "Oh, I am not," said Anne, greatly embarrassed at this overwhelming praise, "I am not "
"It is because your hair is so pretty that you are going to church," said the reflection, accusingly. "It is because of my conscience," defended Anne, but she did not dare to meet the eyes in the mirror, and she turned away quickly. "You look awfully nice," Judy assured her, as Anne said "Good-by." "Take my blue parasol. It is on the parlor sofa. Go and be good for both of us, Annekins."
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