"Sit down and talk to us a little, Douglas," suggested Inez.
Douglas hauled up a broken wagon seat and sat down. Prince crawled up beside him and went to sleep with his head and one paw on Doug's knee.
"I suppose congress was sitting at the post-office, to-night?" said
Judith.
"Yes. Everybody's strong for you and Little Marion."
"I don't see why I should be bunched with her. Not that I care though!"
Judith tossed her head and then dropped her chin to the palm of her hand.
"I swear some one ought to give John Spencer a good thrashing!" exclaimed
Inez.
"Don't worry!" Judith spoke through set teeth. "I'll be even with him some day."
"I just as soon try to lick him," said Doug. "But what good would it do?"
The three sat in silence for a moment; then Douglas asked suddenly,
"Inez, do you believe that poetry about the Fire Mist that you taught
Judith?"
"No; but I think it's a beautiful poem, just the same."