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Josephine appeared in Judith's doorway. "It's a shame, isn't it?" she whispered. "I would like to knock their silly heads together. I don't wonder Sally's mad, and I believe that Catherine is crying, too." Judith was horrified. "Catherine crying! Why in the world should she cry?"
"Get my right boot off, for God's sake!" he said faintly. "Wait!" said Douglas peremptorily, when Peter would have obeyed. "Give him some more whiskey so I can hear the story and be off. Those were Judith's tracks back, there." "The pain is killing me!" protested John. "Where is Judith? Have you hurt her?" demanded Doug. Peter applied his flask again to John's mouth. John drank, then groaned.
However, she practiced hard Patricia saw to that and when Tournament Day came she had profited not a little by the week's coaching. But Patricia was worried. True, Judith's serve had improved, but she lacked the nerve and spirit which had made her playing so irresistible in the House match, and Nelly Smith was an old hand at the game. The great day came.
Catherine must be a chief character in the play, decided Judith, for Catherine's room was the centre of numberless committee meetings and endless discussions, and Genevieve Singleton who, to Judith's envy had established herself as Catherine's chief messenger ran hither and thither, bursting with importance.
You never saw anything like Judith's looks. Yes, she's put her hair up! She's twenty years old now, what do you suppose she does with her hair? She wears it in a great smooth braid all around her head. And she has such hair, Aunt Victoria!" She turned from Arnold to another woman, as from some one who would know nothing of the fine shades of the subject.
"Not exactly," stammered Judith; "but she's waiting for us," she repeated firmly. Major Phillips lost no time. "In that case we had better go, not keep a lady waiting, eh, Mr. Hilton? Perhaps I ought to say forty ladies," he continued as they made their way down the aisle. Judith's knees were trembling. She didn't dare lift her eyes, as Uncle Tom greeted Miss Ashwell and she heard him say,
She didn't know quite how it was to be done, because she might only make matters worse. But instead of Catherine's usual cheerful "Come in," a preoccupied voice said, "Who's there?" and to Judith's answer, replied, "Will another time do, Judy? I'm awfully busy."
Even in repose, Sylvia's face made Judith's seem unresponsive, and when it lighted up in talk and laughter, it seemed to give out a visible light. In contrast Judith's beautiful countenance seemed carved out of some very hard and indestructible stone.
This was done; the enemy giving up the pursuit, as suddenly as a ship that has lost an important spar, the instant the accident occurred. Instead of following Judith's canoe, which was now lightly skimming over the water towards the south, the Hurons turned their bows towards the castle, where they soon arrived and landed.
"Shirley and Sarah," whispered Jane in Judith's ear. But the two figures on the path had turned, and were now lost in the darkness along the lonely hedged-in walk. "Imagine!" said Judith indignantly. "Those two little freshmen away over here instead of being at their books!" "And did you notice Shirley was blaming little Sarah for whimpering?
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