y looked at her wrathfully. "Aw, Judy," he said, with a red face,
"you're foolin'--and I think it's mean."

Then a thought struck him, and he examined the lemons carefully.

"You stuck them on that bush," he accused, excitedly. "There are holes
in them. You did it to fool me, didn't you, Judy?"

She nodded.

"An' you think it's a joke--I--I--" He could think of nothing
sufficiently crushing to say. "Well, I don't," he finished sulkily,
and plumped himself down on the sand, with his face away from her.

"Tommy," she said, after a long silence, "Tommy."

"Huh?"

"Please be good-natured."

"Be good-natured yourself," said Tommy, with a half-sob.
"I'm--I'm--perfectly mis'able, Judy Jameson--"

It was then that Judy showed that she could be womanly and sympathetic.
"I'm sorry I teased you, Tommy," she said, softly. "Let's make
ourselves comfortable here on the sand, and I'll tell you about when I
used to live in Europe."

Tommy liked that, and all the morning Judy talked, although she was so
tired, that her head felt light, and her eyes blurred, but Tommy was
happy and she tried to forget about herself.

She made him suck both of the lemons.

"I don't want any," she said, although her throat was so dry that she
could hardly speak. "I don't want any."

"Whew, but they are sour," said Tommy, and made a wry face, but he did
not insist upon her having one.

That was the worst of it, the thirst, for there was no fresh water.

"Let's explore," said Tommy, as the afternoon waned and no relief came.
"Maybe we will find a house back there somewhere."

But Judy shook her head. "No," she said, "we are on the end of the
peninsula, between the bay and the ocean. It is just salt marshes from
one end to the other, and no one lives on them. The best thing we can
do is to hail a boat."

"But there ain't any boats."

"There will be," said Judy, stoutly. "There are lots of little
schooners that take fruit and vegetables to the markets. Not many of
them come this way, but some of them do, and if we wait they will
rescue us."

After that they saw several sails, and waved Tommy's coat frantically,
but no one responded. As the twilight darkened into the night, a
steamer went by, her lights shining like jewels against the purple
background--red and green and yellow.

"If we only had a lantern," groaned Judy, as Tommy shouted himself
hoarse, and the steamer kept on her majestic way, leaving them
hopelessly beh