s. Adams," said Judy, with eyes aglow. "I
am so glad you set the supper-table in front of the big fireplace--we
used to sit here so often."

Her voice trembled a little over the "we," for the sight of the little
round table with its shining glass and silver had unnerved her. But
she had made up her mind to be brave, and in a minute she was herself
again, leading the way to her room, which Anne was to share, and doing
the honors of the house generally.

The Breakers was a cottage built half of stone and half of shingles.
It was roomy and comfortable, but not as magnificent as the Judge's
great mansion in Fairfax. To Judy it was home, however, and when she
came down again, she sighed blissfully as she dropped into a chair in
front of the blazing fire.

"Listen, Anne," she said to the little fair-haired girl, "listen--do
you hear them--the wind and the waves?"

Anne was not quite sure that she liked it--the moaning of the wind, and
the ceaseless swish--boom, crash of the waves.

"I wish it was daylight so that I could see the ocean," she said,
politely, "I think it must be lovely and blue and big--"

"It is lovely now," said Judy, and went to the window and drew back the
curtain.

"Look out here, Anne--"

As Anne looked out, the moon showed for an instant in a ragged sky and
lighted up a wild waste of waters, whose white edge of foam ran up the
beach half-way to the cottage.

"How high the waves are," said little Anne.

"I have seen them higher than that," exulted Judy. "I have seen them
so high that they seemed to tower above our roof."

"Weren't you afraid?"

"They couldn't hurt me, and it was grand."

"Supper is served, miss," announced Perkins, coming in with a
chafing-dish and a half-dozen fresh eggs on a silver tray.

"I thought you might like something hot, sir," he said to the Judge
with a supercilious glance at the cold collation which Mrs. Adams had
provided, and with that he proceeded on the spot to make an
omelette--puffy, fluffy, and perfect.

It was a cozy scene--the old butler in his white coat bending over the
shining silver dish with the blue flame underneath. The polished
mahogany of the table giving out rich reflections as the ruddy light of
the fire played over it. The sparkling glass, the quaint old silver,
Judy's violets all fragrant and dewy in the center, and at the head of
the table the Judge in a great armchair, and on each side the two
girls, the dark-haired and the fair