“Beautifully mended,” Peter agreed, kissing the top of her curly head. “It’s no use, Judy. We’ll have to explore the possibilities another time.”
Little Judy chattered on. Peter let her examine his cast. “It’s hard. Who did ’at? Scribbles on it,” she observed.
“Autographs,” Peter corrected her.
She tried to say the word and made such a funny o with her mouth that both Judy and Peter had to laugh. It wasn’t easy for a two-year-old to say a big word like autograph. Any attempt at serious conversation was abandoned. All three of them were laughing and saying funny words when Dale and Irene returned. Mr. Blake was with them. They looked so serious that even little Judy stopped laughing.
“What’s wrong?” Judy asked at once. “Did you know the patient? Is she all right?”
“She’s—she’s—Oh, Judy! I can’t believe it,” Irene burst out. “She must have been hurt right after the show.”
“No, Irene. It was during the show.” Judy remembered it distinctly. “We heard the ambulance siren right after Sleeping Beauty pricked her finger on the spindle and the witch pronounced the curse.”
“Francine Dow played the part of Sleeping Beauty, didn’t she?” Peter inquired.
“I certainly thought she did,” Judy began.
“But that’s impossible,” Dale blurted out when Irene could only gasp in disbelief.