ropped the basket of china and, losing his balance, fell and
rolled down the hill.

Evidently Judith did not need anyone's help. Tom picked himself up
ruefully. Without a word he retraced the path he had so blithely taken
a moment before and, hearing the outgoing trolley whistling for the
station, he speeded up and boarded the car for Louisville.

Then Judith proceeded to sit down by her basket of broken china and
burst into tears.

"Oh, my dear, my dear!" cried Jeff, no longer uncertain of what he
should do. "Don't! Please don't! I wish I had wrung his neck."

"You! Where did you come from?" gasped Judith. "I didn't see you. You
needn't think I am crying because--because--"

"Because you have been insulted?"

"No. I'm just so miserable because last night I was so happy, and all
day I have been happy and now I am not." She looked like a little girl
who had just found out her doll was stuffed with sawdust.

"Look at my dishes! As long as they had to be broken I wish I might
have had the pleasure of hitting that man with them instead of making
a dent in my perfectly good milk cooler." She laughed and began
picking up the pieces of china.

Was this the staid young lawyer who had determined to see no more of
this red-haired girl--to nip in the bud any feeling he might have
developed for her? Was this the same man, running down dale and up
hill with a basket of broken china on his arm, while the red-haired
girl chased on ahead with an empty milk can, running to make up for
lost time and not be late with the motormen's supper? He must wait and
help Judith carry the basket. She had no time to wrangle with him
about whether he should or should not wait. Supper was cooked but it
must be packed properly and the finishing touches put to it. Mrs. Buck
was wandering around the kitchen making futile attempts to help.
Jeff, who was sitting outside on a bench under the syringa bushes,
could hear her querulous drawl and Judith's quick, good-natured
replies.

"Never mind the china, Mumsy. Some of the pieces can be used as soap
dishes and some maybe we can mend. I'll tell you all about how it
happened some day but now I must hurry. There's a young man waiting in
the back yard to help me carry my basket. If you look out the side
window you can see who it is, but don't let him see you peeping."

Then there was the mad race back to the station. There was no time or
breath for talk. They reached the platform several minutes before