know why. I think about that and I plan a lot about what I'm going to do
when I finish school."

"Would you like to marry Maud Day?"

"Who's talking about marrying!" shouted Doug with sudden and overwhelming
exasperation. "What makes you such a fool, Jude?"

"How can I help talking about it when it's my mother your father's so
rough with. Of course, you don't care."

"I do, too, care. I think a lot of her, but he don't mean half he says."

"Well, he'd better begin to stop knocking me around when he's mad, or
I'll run away."

"Especially in the winter, I suppose," sniffed Douglas, "when it would be
plain suicide."

"I don't care if it's in a blizzard," insisted Judith. "When I've had
enough, I'll go."

Douglas laughed. "Hanged if I don't think you would, too, Jude. You've
got the nerve of a wolverine."

"I hope Dad's tooth is better," said Judith, as dim buildings and a
lighted window shone though the dusk.

"Are you really afraid of Dad?" asked Douglas suddenly.