coming--

"Launcelot, oh, Launcelot."

CHAPTER XXIV

"HOME IS THE SAILOR FROM THE SEA"

Judy's cry did not wake Tommy, and still in a half-dream she went down
to the edge of the water and stood ghost-like in the moonlight,
waiting. There was another figure in the boat, half-hidden by the
shadowy sails, but it was Launcelot who, when the shallow water was
reached, jumped out and waded to shore.

"Judy, Judy," he said, as he came up to her, "I knew I should find you."

She looked at him with wide eyes. "Where--where did you come from,"
she whispered, while her white hands fluttered across his coat sleeve
as if to see that he was real.

There was sympathy and tenderness in his boyish face, but seeing her
condition, he spoke cheerfully. "I came down to The Breakers after
Tommy. His mother was ill, and his father had to stay with her, so
they sent me. And when I got there I found Anne and--and--" he checked
himself hurriedly, "I found Anne almost frantic because you had gone,
and then when she found your note I started out, for I knew I should
find you, Judy. I knew I should sail straight to you."

For one little moment as they stood together in the moonlight, he
looked down at her with the eyes of the lover he was to be, but as yet
they were only boy and girl and the moment passed.

"Where's Tommy?" asked Launcelot, coming out of his dream.

He was answered by a shout as Tommy came plunging over the sand.

"Why didn't you wake me, Judy?" he complained, bitterly, "when you
first saw the boat."

"Stop that," commanded Launcelot. "Why weren't you keeping watch?
What kind of sailor do you call yourself, Tommy?"

"Oh, well," Tommy excused, "I was sleepy."

"And so you let a girl watch," was Launcelot's hard way of putting it,
and Tommy's eyes shifted.

"Oh, well," he began again.

"I made him let me watch, Launcelot," Judy interrupted, feeling sorry
for the small boy, "and I told him to go to sleep."

"Oh, of course you did," said Launcelot, shortly, "and of course he
went, he's a nice sort of sailor."

"I'm not going to be a sailor," Tommy announced, sulkily. "I'm going
home--"

"Right-o," agreed Lancelot, "and the quicker the better."

"Miss Judy," came a sepulchral voice from the boat, "Miss Judy, we
thought you were drownded."

"Oh, Perkins," cried Judy, "is that you, Perkins?"

"What's left of me, Miss," and Perkins' bald head came into view as he
stood up in the boat.

Judy and