JUDITH AT THE RODEO
"If you break the heart of a thoroughbred, she doesn't even make a good cart horse."
—Mary Spencer.
Late in the afternoon, when Douglas awoke, Judith was sitting beside the bed, chin in palm. Peter was not to be seen. Douglas stared at the young girl until her gaze lifted from the floor and she smiled at him.
"Judith," he said, "it's been a long time, hasn't it?"
Judith nodded. "I've been sitting here thinking how much you've changed.
You were just a boy, last summer. Now you look like a man, lying there."
"You've changed yourself. Jude, you're going to be very beautiful."
Judith chuckled. "You and Scott agree on one point, then!"
"Jude! Honestly, I don't see how you can stand that crook!"
"He's a woman's man," said Judith shortly.