On With the Dance
Others besides Big Josh had noticed Judith as she came forward to speak to her old friends. Her dress, a shimmer of white and gold, might have been wished on her by a fairy godmother, a thing of gossamer and moonbeams.
“Who is it?”
“Who can it be?”
“Nobody but little Judy Buck, you say?”
“Where did she get her clothes?”
“Worked like a nigger and bought ’em! Why not? She’s the best little worker in town. Got a bunch of irons in the fire and she surely ought to get some clothes out of it.”
“But old Dick Buck’s granddaughter’s got no right to be mixing with county society.”
“The Knights were a good sort and Dick wasn’t anything but lazy and trifling and sometimes a little tipsy. There wasn’t anything mean about old Dick.”
“Well, she’s a humdinger for looks, is all I’ve got to say.” 157