noon
`` 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 . She tried to read , to sew a little , to pick out some simple tunes on Judy 's piano , but thoughts of the little gray house , of the little grandmother , of Becky and Belinda , came between her and her occupations , so that at last , late in the afternoon , she sought the society of Perkins , who was in the dining-room cleaning silver . `` I believe I am homesick , Perkins , '' said Anne , perching herself in a great mahogany chair opposite him .