"I'm fourteen," returned Judith. "I've got a right to think about it.
Don't you ever?"
"No."
"You think about girls, though," insisted Judith.
"That isn't thinking about marrying, is it?"
"What do you think about mostly, Doug?"
Douglas sighed. "It's hard to say. I've been awful sad lately. I don't know why. I think about that and I plan a lot about what I'm going to do when I finish school."
"Would you like to marry Maud Day?"
"Who's talking about marrying!" shouted Doug with sudden and overwhelming exasperation. "What makes you such a fool, Jude?"
"How can I help talking about it when it's my mother your father's so rough with. Of course, you don't care."
"I do, too, care. I think a lot of her, but he don't mean half he says."