nine o'clock
Anne stared at the change that had come over her . `` Well , you are my kind of girl , '' she said at last , and as they went up-stairs together , she slipped her hand into Judy 's arm . `` I love you , dearly , Judy , '' she said . But Judy smiled down at her vaguely , for her mind was on Tommy , crouched out there in the rain , and in imagination she was not Judy Jameson , commonplacely going to bed at nine o'clock , but a heroine of history , dedicated to the cause of one Thomas , the Downtrodden . All the next day , Tommy skulked in the shadow of the pier and in the boat-house , whence during the morning Judy made her way laden with mysterious bundles and various baggage . At noon she departed for Lutie Barton 's , leaving Anne , who had a cold , at home . After Judy 's departure , Anne wandered listlessly about the house .