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Jeff Bucknor may dance with you because everybody else wanted to, but he would be very much astonished if he heard you calling him cousin." "Well, he heard me last night, but he started it. He wanted to boss me, because he said he was my nearest of kin. I just laughed at him and called out, 'Good-bye, Cousin! Mr. Big Josh Bucknor almost claimed kin with me, too.
She had a young blood in with her that young Harbison from Louisville. He nearly fell out of the car, rubbering at Miss Judy. That Bucknor miss hardly more than glanced this way, but she was showing the whites of her eyes in that glance.
You know well enough if the women folk are opposed it would be harder on the girl than just letting the matter drop right where it is." "Well, I reckon I can control the ladies in my family," blustered Big Josh. "Ahem!" said Mr. Bob Bucknor, with a significant glance at his cousin, "I must confess that I can't always do so.
Her cake has got a little sad streak in it, owing to the fire getting low while it was baking, but that wasn't to say her fault altogether, as I told her I'd look after the fire while she picked out walnuts for the icing. "We had a right good time though while the cake-making was going on and Mr. Big Josh Bucknor came to pass the time of day.
The beautiful girl was the one who had made the remark about a fancy dress ball. The grandson of Robert Bucknor had not heard her say it nor had he heard his sister's cruel answer, as he had come into the hall the moment afterward. Now he was plainly bored, but trying to conceal it. The girl was chattering like a magpie. Suddenly Jeff looked up and saw Miss Ann.
Then it was that Judith had come into her own as it were, and all of the young men who had been denied before supper seemed determined to make up for lost time. The most persistent of the clamoring swains were Jeff Bucknor and Tom Harbison.
That same evening, when Judith made her daily trip to the trolley stop with the men's dinner, Jefferson Bucknor stepped from the rear platform of the six-thirty. "In time to carry your 'empties' for you," he said, shaking Judith's hand with a warmth that his casual greeting did not warrant. Judith surrendered the basket, but held on to the empty milk can.
Bob Bucknor, "rowing with each other isn't finding out where Cousin Ann has gone. Kizzie! Aunt Em'ly!" he shouted, "get that cracked ice and mint now. Come on, you fellows, and let's see if we can find any inspiration in the bottom of a frosted goblet." A Great Transformation
"Old Dick Buck's granddaughter needn't expect to get any social recognition from me." "Me either!" chimed in Nan. "Of course not!" said Mrs. Bucknor. Mr. Bucknor was reading the morning paper and seemed oblivious to the conversation.
Aren't you as good as they are? Surely, and a great deal prettier. You are as much prettier than Mrs. Bucknor as a day lily is prettier than a cabbage rose," declared Judith. "Oh, how you do talk, Judy! Of course, when I say they didn't ever speak I mean they never went out of their way to speak.
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