"What makes you call me 'Star-face'? That's what Jean Pahusca used to call me." She shivered.
"Oh, it fits you; but if you object, I can make it, 'Moon-face,' or 'Sun-up.'"
"Or 'Skylight,' or 'Big Dipper'; so you can keep to the blue firmament. Where's Bud going?"
Out of the tail of his eye O'mie caught sight of Judson falling in behind them here and he answered carelessly:
"Oh, I don't know where Bud is going exactly. Kansas City or St. Louis, or somewhere else. You'll come of course?"
"Yes, of course," Marjie answered, just as Judson in his pompous little manner called to her:
"Marjory, I have invited myself up to your mother's for tea."
"Why, there's nobody at home, Mr. Judson," the girl said kindly; "I'm going down to Mary Gentry's, and mother went up to Judge Baronet's with Aunt Candace for lunch."
Nobody called my father's sister by any other name. To Marjie, who had played about her knee, Aunt Candace was a part of the day's life in Springvale. But the name of Baronet was a red rag to Judson's temper. He was growing more certain of his cause every day; but any allusion to our family was especially annoying, and this remark of Marjie's fired him to hasten to something definite in his case of courtship.
"When she's my wife," he had boasted to Tell Mapleson, "I'll put a stop to all this Baronet friendship. I won't even let her go there. Marjie's a fine girl, but a wife must understand and obey her lord and master. That's it; a wife must obey, or your home's ruined."