"I wish he did," said Judy, dubiously. "Oh, dear, what shall we do
about the fish?"

"There will be one apiece for the others," said Launcelot. "I guess
you and I will have to do without--Judy--"

He spoke her name with just the slightest hesitation, and his eyes
laughed as they met hers.

"And I said any one could cook!" Judy's tone was very humble. "What a
prig you must have thought me, Launcelot."

"Oh, go and get some flowers for the table and forget your troubles,"
was Launcelot's off-hand way of settling the question, and as Judy went
off she decided that she should like him. He was different from other
boys. He was a gentleman in spite of his shabby clothes, and his
masterfulness rather pleased her--hitherto Judy had ruled every boy
within her domain, and Launcelot was a new experience.

It was a hungry crowd that trooped to the great gray rock where the
table was spread.

"How beautiful you have made it look, Judy," cried Anne, as she came
up, blissfully unconscious of a half-dozen new freckles and a burned
nose.

Nannie May sniffed. "Fish," she said, ecstatically, "our fish, oh,
Amelia, don't things look _good_."

Amelia surveyed the table solemnly. She was a fat, rather dumpy girl