“That’s no way to care.”
He walked off, not turning for her low word of farewell.
She would have kept him had she dared.
XXV. COUSIN DON.
“If we are ever in doubt what to do, it is a good rule to ask
ourselves what we shall wish on the morrow we had done.”
—Sir John Lubbuck.
The first day of September, late in the afternoon, Judith stood over the kitchen stove making beef-tea for Aunt Rody. The weekly letters from Don had failed—failed for three weeks; but twice before in five years had she missed a letter. At the step behind her she did not raise her eyes; the beef-tea was ready to strain; at this moment she had no interest in the world but that beef-tea.
“Judith, are you ready for news?” asked Roger.