"An' you think it's a joke—I—I—" He could think of nothing sufficiently crushing to say. "Well, I don't," he finished sulkily, and plumped himself down on the sand, with his face away from her.
"Tommy," she said, after a long silence, "Tommy."
"Huh?"
"Please be good-natured."
"Be good-natured yourself," said Tommy, with a half-sob.
"I'm—I'm—perfectly mis'able, Judy Jameson—"
It was then that Judy showed that she could be womanly and sympathetic. "I'm sorry I teased you, Tommy," she said, softly. "Let's make ourselves comfortable here on the sand, and I'll tell you about when I used to live in Europe."
Tommy liked that, and all the morning Judy talked, although she was so tired, that her head felt light, and her eyes blurred, but Tommy was happy and she tried to forget about herself.
She made him suck both of the lemons.
"I don't want any," she said, although her throat was so dry that she could hardly speak. "I don't want any."
"Whew, but they are sour," said Tommy, and made a wry face, but he did not insist upon her having one.