"My golly!" he said, in a tone of stupefaction. He stared hard
at her to make sure she was real flesh and blood. "However did
you get here?"
But Judy made no answer. She merely took the remaining apple
and cake from his hand, and, sitting down, devoured them in
silence.
"Haven't you got any more?" she said anxiously. Then he
noticed what a tall, gaunt, strange-looking Judy it was. Her
clothes were hanging round her almost in tatters, her boots were
burst and white with dust, her brown face was thin and sharp,
and her hair matted and rough.
"My golly!" the little boy said again, his eyes threatening
to start out of his head--"my golly, Judy, what have you been
doin'?"
"I--I've run away, Bunty," Judy said, in a quavering voice.
"I've walked all the way from school. I wanted to see you all
so badly."
"My jiggery!" Bunty said.
"I've thought it all out," Judy continued, pushing back her hair
in a weary moray. "I can't quite remember everything just now,
I am so tired, but everything will be all right."
"But what'll he say?" Bunty said with frightened eyes, as a
vision of his father crossed his mind.
"He won't know, of course," Judy returned, in a matter-of-fact
manner.
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