"O, he beat it for the Pass!" replied Douglas.
"What did you do after that?" inquired Mrs. Spencer.
"We went up to the post-office to get Peter to let us have a dance, but there was nothing doing. He just gave us all a jaw because our horses were sweating."
"I'll bet Swift was the worst off," chuckled John.
"That's right! Pick on me!" cried Judith.
"Judith! Be careful!" protested her mother.
"Let her alone, Mary." John's blue eyes twinkled as he watched the young girl. "She's kept out of a row about as long as she can without choking."
"Some day, when you least expect it," said Judith with a little quiver in her voice, "I'm going to run away."
The others laughed.
"Where to, Jude?" asked her stepfather.