"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.