II
The two cars had to pass the Flippins. Mrs. Flippin and Mary were baking cakes for the feast at Huntersfield. Mrs. Flippin was to go over in the afternoon and help Mandy, and to-morrow Truxton and his mother would arrive.
"The Judge is like a boy," said Mrs. Flippin; "he's so glad to have Truxton home."
"Perhaps he won't be so glad when he gets here——"
"Why not?" Mrs. Flippin turned and stared at her daughter.
Mary was seeding raisins, wetting her fingers now and then in a glass of water which stood on a table by her side. "Well, Truxton may be changed—most of the men are, aren't they?"
"Is Randy Paine changed?"
"Yes, Mother."
"How?"
"He's a grown-up."