"Forgiven me, huh?" asked Judith.
Douglas nodded. "It would be darned lonely without you. You'd better get to bed, Jude."
"Who gets the bunk?" asked Judith.
"You of course!" Douglas' voice was suddenly harsh again.
Judith sat down on the edge of the bunk. In the uncertain light of the candle she looked all eyes.
"Doug, what is the matter lately? I never know when you're going to take my head plumb off."
"Oh, shut up, can't you! I don't see why girls can't let a fellow alone!"
"Tell me, Doug: Why did you keep me from going with Dad on Monday morning?"
Douglas straightened up, his back to the stove, scowled, sighed, then said, "I feel like I wanted you to be like the girls in books and not like these wild women round here. And if you don't know what I mean, you are a fool."
"Douglas Spencer, you know I'm just as good as any girl that ever lived in any book!"