trail as peaceful as anything when Dad has to come along and start a row
going!"

"Anybody hurt?" asked Douglas, watching Judith as she sat down on the
edge of her bed, big tears on her cheeks.

"No, but no thanks to Dad! Scott turned round and left because I asked
him to. There's Dad now!"

John clanked in, but before he could speak Judith rose and shook her
forefinger in his face.

"Now, Dad," she said steadily, "there's going to be no rowing and no
cursing. I'm sick of it! Right here and now I warn you to stop
interfering with me or I'll leave!"

John raised his ready fist.

"None of that!" Doug's voice was quiet. "Finish what you have to say,
Jude."

John scowled, breathing heavily, his eyes never leaving Judith.

"I'm sick of it," she repeated. "There must be places in the world where
there's something beside family rows."

"Are you through?" demanded John.

"Yes, I am."