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Updated: May 11, 2025
Was this the same man, running down dale and up hill with a basket of broken china on his arm, while the red-haired girl chased on ahead with an empty milk can, running to make up for lost time and not be late with the motormen's supper? He must wait and help Judith carry the basket. She had no time to wrangle with him about whether he should or should not wait.
"We'll show 'em," boasted Judge Middleton, who with Colonel Crutcher had driven about town in his buggy, delivering invitations. "First, we'll stop at the Buck place and ask Judith. We can't have a party without our Cinderella." Judith had returned from her peddling trip, and was busily engaged in preparing the motormen's supper, when her old admirers arrived.
The day's work was over, the last dish from the motormen's supper washed and put away and Mrs. Buck and her daughter were having a quiet chat, seated on the side porch. It was a pleasant spot, homelike and comfortable. It was on this porch that the summer activities of the farm were carried on.
In the first place, she had helped wipe all the many dishes accumulated from the motormen's dinners and then put them away. That task completed, she had become interested in Judith's work of mounting photographs an order lately received and one that must be rushed. "Want to help?" Judith had asked, and soon deft old fingers were vying with young ones.
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