Judy was only three years older, but was the greatest contrast
imaginable. Nellie used to move rather slowly about, and would
have made a picture in any attitude. Judy I think, was never
seen to walk, and seldom looked picturesque. If she did not dash
madly to the place she wished to get to, she would progress by a
series of jumps, bounds, and odd little skips. She was very thin,
as people generally are who have quicksilver instead of blood in
their veins; she had a small, eager, freckled face, with very,
bright dark eyes, a small, determined mouth, and a mane of untidy,
curly dark hair that was: the trial of her life.
Without doubt she was the worst of the seven, probably because she
was the cleverest. Her brilliant inventive powers plunged them all
into ceaseless scrapes, and though she often bore the brunt of the
blame with equanimity, they used to turn round, not infrequently,
and upbraid her for suggesting the mischief. She had been
christened "Helen," which in no way account's for "Judy," but
then nicknames are rather unaccountable things sometimes, are they
not? Bunty said it was because she was always popping and
jerking herself about like the celebrated wife of Punch, and
there really is something in that.
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