June took him upstairs to her room and pointed out the old water-
wheel through the window and her new clothes (she had put on her
old homespun again when she heard he was in town), and the old man
shook his head.
"I'm afeerd 'bout all these fixin's--you won't never be satisfied
agin in Lonesome Cove."
"Why, dad," she said reprovingly. "Jack says I can go over
whenever I please, as soon as the weather gits warmer and the
roads gits good."
"I don't know," said the old man, still shaking his head.
All through dinner she was worried. Devil Judd hardly ate
anything, so embarrassed was he by the presence of so many
"furriners" and by the white cloth and table-ware, and so fearful
was he that he would be guilty of some breach of manners.
Resolutely he refused butter, and at the third urging by Mrs.
Crane he said firmly, but with a shrewd twinkle in his eye:
"No, thank ye. I never eats butter in town. I've kept store
myself," and he was no little pleased with the laugh that went
around the table. The fact was he was generally pleased with
June's environment and, after dinner, he stopped teasing June.
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