"Judy!" Mrs. Bartholomew called across the room, "Judy! don't you touch coffee."
"It's so hot mamma, I don't touch it. I swallow it without touching. It goes right down."
"I don't like you to drink it."
"It would be a great deal pleasanter to drink it, than to swallow it in that way," said Judy, coming across the room with a hop, skip and jump indescribable. "But coffee is coffee anyhow. Mayn't I take it a little cooler and a little slower next time?"
"It will make your complexion thick."
"It will make my eyes bright, though," said Judy unblushingly.
"I never heard that," said Mrs. Bartholomew laughing.
"O but I have, though," said Judy. "I have seen your eyes ever so bright, mamma, when you have been drinking coffee."
"Yours are bright enough without it," said her mother.
"Yes'm," said Judy contentedly, standing her ground.