“He is going for more young folks,” said Aunt Affy, “and men about his own age. I’m willing, but it’s terrible hard.”
Judith turned to the fire again.
“Come, sit down and let’s talk it over,” said Uncle Cephas, in a pacified tone; “I won’t pull the wrong way if it’s best.”
An hour afterward Aunt Affy called her husband out into the kitchen.
“Cephas,” she whispered, “don’t you know he wants to ask Judith what she thinks?”
“She isn’t a member of the session,” replied Uncle Cephas, with dignity.
“She is a member of his session,” said wise Aunt Affy.
After this, what more would you know of Judith’s growing up?
She was married on her twentieth birthday, and her Cousin Don was at the wedding. She was married in the Bensalem church; Richard King performed the ceremony. Roger asked if she would have dear old Dr. Kent, but in memory of that afternoon at Meadow Centre, she chose Richard King.
“Don, it wouldn’t have been perfect without you,” she whispered when her Cousin Don kissed her. The next year Judith finished her book of children’s stories which she wished to take to Heaven to show her mother.